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Fitzpatrick on the Irish
presents his stunning latest edition of his "Star" series, "Star for my Black Irish Heart", with some tough and proud reflections on his Irish heritage.
My father burned at least 10 bucks a day on Lotto tickets and, being a child of the Irish Sweepstakes, always believed he was going to win the big one some day. Three days before he died of skin cancer in 1998, he had me running down to the pharmacy for scratch-offs from the daily game.
Tony's dad and my mom grew up a few blocks from each other in the Auburn Park neighborhood but, true to the city's often parochial nature, they didn't know each other.
February 12, 2011 in Chicago Observations | Permalink