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?