Readers of this blog know that I am first-generation
American of Irish descent. My beloved father, Jack Doherty, came over to this
country at the age of 10. My dad was
born in a thatched cottage (with no plumbing and electricity) in Drumshambo,
County Leitrim, Ireland. After emigrating
to the United States with his mother, Elsie, at the age of 10, they were
reunited with his father, who they hadn’t seen for eight years. Later, my Dad took over (and tended bar) at
Doherty’s Bar in Woodside, Queens, NYC, after my grandfather passed away. Jack Doherty later went on to get a
bachelor’s degree and master’s degree at night while tending bar 6 days and one
night a week, sold the bar, and became a public high school teacher for inner
city kids in Brooklyn, New York. The
complete amazing immigration experience, in a nutshell.
My Dad passed away
almost eight years ago, but I remember him almost every day, especially on
Saint Patrick’s Day.
In tribute to my Irish heritage, here is my annual Saint
Patrick’s Day limerick (named after the city in Ireland), on a topic near and
dear to physicians:
Oh, how MACRA has taken over our days
Each deadline, and rule, a cause for dismay.
We do our best, oh we try
But sometimes we ask, why?
Wouldn’t it have been simpler to let the SGR stay?
Today’s questions: How are you celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day? Care to write a limerick for readers of this
blog?
1 comment :
"Wouldn’t it have been simpler to let the SGR stay?"
I don't know a practicing physician who would disagree with that. Why did it take you so long to see the light?
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