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UNCLE PATRICK’S EDUCATION
Uncle Patrick was an Irishman and how that man could drink, coming home from work each day, he’d wash up in the sink, then rush out the door again heading for his favorite pub, while Aunt Mary searched the house to find where she’d put her club. Uncle Pat would stumble in real late, a little green around the gills, with no money in his pockets, left to pay the household bills. Aunt Mary would take that big stick and hit him in his aching head, so he’d wake up in the morning just wishing he was dead. His drinking habit had to change, could not remain the same, or they were sure to lose it all, including their good Irish name. Uncle Pat came home one day, rushed toward the kitchen sink but Aunt Mary had the club already and Uncle Pat swore off the drink. ![]()
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