For 3/17
There once was an proud Irishman named Pat, who went to heaven and
saw St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter asked, “Who are you?”
and Pat replied, “My name is Pat, I’m an Irishman, born on St.
Patrick’s Day, died on St. Patrick’s Day, marching’ in the St.
Patrick’s Day parade.”
St. Peter said to Pat: “Yes, this is true! Here’s a little green
cloud for you to drive around heaven in and here is a harp that,
when you push this button here, will play ‘When Irish Eyes Are
Smiling.’ Enjoy it, Pat. Have a good time in heaven.” Pat jumps on
his little green cloud, punches the button, and heads out with a
smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He’s having a wonderful time in heaven, driving his little green
cloud around. But on the third day, he’s driving down Expressway
H-1 with the harp playing full blast when, all of a sudden, a Jewish
man in a pink and white two-tone cloud with tail fins roars past
him. And in the back of this cloud is an organ which is playing all
sorts of celestial music.
Pat makes a U-turn right in the middle of the Heaven Expressway and
charges back to the Pearly Gates. He says, “St. Peter, my name is
Pat, I’m a proud Irishman. I was born on St. Patrick’s Day, died on
St. Patrick’s Day, marching’ in the St. Patrick’s Day parade. I
come up here to heaven and I get this tiny, insignificant little
green cloud and this little harp that plays only one song, ‘When
Irish Eyes Are Smiling.’ But, there’s a Jew over there. He’s got a
big, beautiful pink and white two-tone cloud and a huge organ that
plays all kinds of celestial music and I, Pat the Irishman, want to
know why!”
St. Peter stands up from his desk. He leans over and motions Pat
the Irishman to come closer. Then he says: “Pat, shush! He’s the
Boss’s Son!”