David Feherty
Smiling Through The Tears

David Feherty on Comedy and Tragedy

After losing a son, Feherty relies on his support team to live a complex life of his own.June 26, 2018

It's a rainy night in Georgia, and David Feherty is on fire.

He has been on stage at Atlanta Symphony Hall for almost two hours, and those in the audience of about 1,200 have only stopped laughing when one of his stories brings them to tears of hysteria.

"Tiger Woods is funnier than people know," Feherty says at one point. "When I was walking with him for CBS, he used to pull the brim of his hat down low so the cameras couldn't pick up what he was saying—he was convinced everyone watching could read lips.

"One day he says to me, 'Hey, Farty,'—that's what he called me—'do you know what you call a black guy flying an airplane?'

"I said, 'No, what?'

"And he said, 'A pilot, you f------ racist.' "

People can't stay in their seats, they are laughing so hard. One woman, who has been letting out loud whoops at the punch line of every story, doubles over, unable to stop laughing.

Twenty-four nights a year, Feherty does his act—three nights a week on eight occasions. He does an hour and 40 minutes of straight stand-up, pausing only occasionally for brief sips of iced tea. The stand-up is his life story—told as only he can tell it. It includes a good deal of bathroom humor, plenty of profanity and some poignant moments, especially when he talks about his parents and his wife, Anita.

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After the stand-up, he pulls a chair out from behind the desk that is designed to look like the set of his TV show, "Feherty," and does 20 minutes of Q&A with his audience.

On this night, the Saturday of Masters Week, he is asked—predictably—why he isn't in Augusta.

"I'd rather be here with you," he says. Then he points out that he's no longer with CBS, which has the broadcast rights. What he doesn't mention is that Golf Channel, which is part of NBC, his current employer, would love to have him there during the week to add some much-needed humor to the shows it does before and after live coverage.

Except that Feherty has an agreement that he doesn't have to work Masters Week.

"I never felt comfortable there," he says. "Never had a problem with anyone or anything. I just didn't feel I could be myself. I was in the clubhouse once in 19 years when I went up to have lunch. That was it."

Which means he's telling the truth when he tells his Atlanta audience he'd rather be with them. That doesn't mean he isn't terrified every minute of the evening.

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'THE SWEETEST BOY YOU WOULD EVER MEET'
Very few subjects are out-of-bounds in Feherty's routine. He talks about his parents, about his first wife, about Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicklaus and Ken Venturi and Tiger Woods. The only person he doesn't joke about is Anita.

And there is one subject he won't go near, if only because he knows if he did, he wouldn't get to the end of the act.

Shey.

"He was the sweetest boy you would ever meet," he says very softly—his voice is rarely louder than a whisper when he talks about him. "He liked people, and people liked him. He had that kind of personality. He was working in a restaurant for a while and doing very well because he had a way with people. He was moving up the ladder there.

"But he got it in his head that he wanted to start a ticket-reselling business. He was going to compete with StubHub. He was a naïve kid in many ways. Lost, really, just lost."

Feherty shakes his head. "Can you imagine that career move? He was lost in so many ways. Reminded me a lot of me. Which is just one of the reasons I can't help but feel devastated and guilty about what happened to him."

On July 29 of last year—Shey's 29th birthday—the phone rang early at the Feherty home in Dallas. Anita answered. It was Rory, David's younger son. Shey, his older brother by four years with Feherty's first wife, Caroline, had died that morning of an apparent overdose at their mother's home. The coroner would later determine that a mixture of cocaine and alcohol had killed him.

Anita walked the phone into the bedroom where David was still sleeping.

"You need to take this phone call," she said softly, handing him the phone as he slowly came awake. "It's Rory."

It was Rory who then told his father the news. It was stunning, but not completely shocking. On July 4, Anita had gotten a text from Shey saying he needed to go back to rehab. He had never gotten there.

For a year, Feherty had been told by professionals that he needed to stay away from Shey, that he was enabling his drug habit by giving him money. He and Anita had agreed the night before that they would call him the next day—Saturday—to wish him a happy birthday.

"The truth is, I'd broken down on several occasions and given him money again," Feherty says. "He was so sweet, and I couldn't say no to him. Plus, like all of us addicts, he was a very good liar. He convinced me the money wasn't for drugs. I'm sure I knew deep down he was lying, but I wanted to believe he was really on the way to coming out on the other side.

"Not talking to him regularly, not seeing him, was painful. But this ..."

He stops, unable to go on.

Feherty's memory of the rest of the day is blurred. Anita's is not. "David, Rory and I went to the funeral home," she says. "Rory did the best he could to take charge. David couldn't speak—literally. He couldn't move his mouth. His face was frozen. He was completely paralyzed emotionally. He zoned out completely. I think he had to."

Somehow, the family has moved on—as best is possible—through the tragedy. Feherty was diagnosed with clinical depression and bipolar disorder several years ago. Not surprisingly, the depression has worsened since Shey's death.

"It doesn't get better," he says. "It just gets farther away."

Fortunately, Anita instantly recognizes when he is, as she puts it, "heading to a dark place," and will force him to leave the house—go to lunch with her—anything to change his mind-set.

"He never wants to go," she says. "And then when we get home, he thanks me for making him do it."

Rory McIlroy, who has become close to Feherty in recent years, puts it another way: "David does best," he says, "when he's thinking about anything but David. It's why he's so good with helping others but struggles at times to help himself."

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Feherty with son Shey, who died on his 29th birthday of what the coroner called a mixture of cocaine and alcohol.

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SUPPORT FROM PRESIDENTS, SOLDIERS AND THE GOLF WORLD
Feherty got through the tragedy, he says, because of the overwhelming outpouring of support he received from his family, from friends like McIlroy and from people around the world whose lives he has touched—often at times without knowing it. Wounded soldiers he'd visited or joined for golf or pheasant hunting (an annual trip Tom Watson helps put together in North Dakota), not to mention the golf world.

Three former presidents reached out to him. "President Bush [43] and President Obama both sent me beautiful notes," he says. "President Clinton called. He was unbelievable. Kept telling me what a good dad he knew I was and that if there was anything he could do to help ... "

That was the recurring theme: Anything I can do to help. Watson spent hours with him on the phone and in person. "I just let him talk," Watson says. "There's really nothing you can say in that situation. You can't bring back life. So, you just listen and let him know you're there—always there."

McIlroy remembers feeling helpless. "I had no idea what to say or do," he says. "I finally fell back on just, 'Whatever you need.' "

It all kept Feherty going and keeps him going now.

The pain, he knows, will never completely go away. He has four other children: Rory, who is now 26; Anita's two sons, Fred, 35, and Karl, 33; and Erin, their 19-year-old daughter who is finishing her freshman year at Oklahoma.

Rory is a member of the Texas National Guard and deployed to Djibouti in May. "I couldn't be more proud of him," Feherty says, "and I couldn't possibly be more frightened." His eyes cloud. "I can't even think about the possibility of losing another son. Just can't think about it."

Shey ‘was lost in so many ways. Reminded me a lot of me.’ —David Feherty

• • •

'SHE SAVED MY LIFE'
It's an hour before Feherty has to become Feherty for an audience. He has not paid any attention to the third round of the Masters that afternoon because he knows nothing will be decided until the next day.

He is stretched out on a couch in a tiny room in the basement of the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra building. There's no Internet service, and only by walking down the hall is there cellphone coverage. Feherty knows he'll hear what's happening in Augusta soon enough.

There's a piano against the wall on the far side of the room that Feherty could no doubt play quite well if he were so inclined.

He's not. He's tired and eager to get home to Dallas later that night. He's already been in Little Rock on Thursday and Biloxi, Miss., on Friday.

He eats a few bites of a greasy hamburger and swigs from a bottle of water.

"Right now, I'm almost frozen with terror thinking about what I have to do tonight," he says. "It's that way every time I do this. I'm very aware of my ADD, and I worry about losing my place in the middle of a story and standing there with a blank look on my face. I'm absolutely convinced it can happen."

He has been doing the show for four years. Has that ever happened?

"Lose my place? All the time," he says. "Totally frozen and unable to go on? Close, but no. Not yet."

The show was conceived by Brad Jones, a young promoter who, five years ago, convinced Feherty to come to his hometown of London, Ontario, to speak at a corporate event. When Feherty was finished with his talk, Jones asked him: "Have you ever considered doing a stand-up act?"

"Isn't that what I just did?" Feherty answered.

"What blew me away," Jones says, "is that nobody had ever approached him with the idea before."

Jones put together a proposal, and Feherty unveiled the Feherty Off-Tour act in November 2014. Each year, the number of performances has increased and the venues have gotten bigger.

‘I think that his genuine kindness has given him a few more mulligans in life than most people get.’ —Anita Feherty

Feherty, who will be 60 in August, has Anita and Andrew Elkin, his agent at Creative Artists Agency, handle all his finances. He and Anita have been married for 22 years after meeting on a blind date in Dallas in the summer of 1995. Each had been through a failed marriage that had produced two children.

"She saved my life," Feherty says. "I mean, literally. My life was an absolute mess when we met. I was trying to raise two little boys [Shey and Rory] alone in a two-bedroom apartment. I was addicted to alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, painkillers and just about anything else you could name. I was running like Forrest Gump and weighed about 150 pounds. When Anita and I went on our first date, I was so thin she thought I was HIV-positive. The first date lasted about half an hour before she walked out after I had reached over, put my straw in her drink and drank from it. Fortunately for me, for some reason, she agreed to go on a second date—to a baseball game.

"I didn't know the rules of baseball. Neither did she, but I kept asking her questions, and she tried to answer them. Finally, she stood up and said, 'Would you like something to eat or drink? A hot dog or a beer?' It was the nicest thing anybody had said to me for years. Honestly. I sat there and thought, I think I'm in love with this woman."

Anita Schneider had to be convinced to go on that second date. She was a successful interior designer who ran her business from home so she had flexibility to take care of her boys, who were 12 and 10 at the time. She wasn't looking to remarry. But she was talked into meeting Feherty by a mutual friend, Gary Knott. They were the same age, they were both divorced, and they both had two boys. Worth a try, she figured.

The first night they met, she wasn't impressed.

"It did cross my mind that he might be HIV-positive," she says. "Remember, this is when people were terrified by the epidemic. He was much too skinny. Plus, he showed up drunk. When he put his straw in my drink, that was it—I had to leave."

Through Knott, Feherty asked for one more chance. Knott told Anita that David had promised he'd show up sober. He did—30 minutes early. Anita thought it was charming that he was trying so hard. In the end, though, it wasn't his humor, which was apparent, or even his charm.

"It was his kindness," she says. "His kindness outshines everything else. I think that his genuine kindness has given him a few more mulligans in life than most people get."

Feherty moved in with Anita before the end of the year, and when Shey and Rory were with him—he had split-custody with his first wife—they stayed there, too. He went to South Africa early in 1996 to play the Sun City Tour, one of the few places he still had playing privileges. When he came back a month later, he walked into Anita's garage, and when she came out to greet him, he said, "Please marry me."

She said yes, and they were married May 31, 1996. Life got better for Feherty—slowly.

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"I haven't had to write a check for 22 years," he says. "I have no idea what I'm worth or what anyone is paying me. Anita has allowed me to just do the things I can do without worrying about any of the other stuff. Much more important, though, when the boys and I moved in with her and her two kids, we became a family. That was life-changing."

So was his career change, from good golfer to unique TV presence. To hear Feherty talk now, you might think he never made a cut as a professional golfer and that he can barely remember which end of a golf club to hold.

"Actually," he says, "I'm not always certain about that nowadays. I've forgotten a lot of things."

What he does remember is turning pro at 17 after deciding he wasn't meant to be an opera singer, which is what he aspired to do for most of his childhood.

"I had a good voice," he says. "I trained and worked at it. But I knew I wasn't going to be good enough. Of course, I wasn't good enough at golf, either. I was like a 5-handicap at the time, but I figured I'd try it. I went to work at a club north of London [Mid Herts, where he was paid $10 a week] but came home after a few months because I missed my mom [Vi]. That's when I went to work at Holywood."

Holywood Golf Club is most famous as the place where Rory McIlroy learned to play and where his father, Gerry, tended bar and taught his son the game. In his stand-up, Feherty points out that he got to Holywood in 1976, "years before the little bastard was born."

Feherty adores McIlroy, who adores him. "He is absolutely a product of his parents," says Feherty, who got to know Gerry and Rose McIlroy while at Holywood. "He hasn't been changed by fame or fortune. He's just one of the most thoroughly decent people I've ever met. I had nothing to do with him becoming who he is, but I'm just so damn proud of him."

McIlroy says there's nothing he wouldn't do for Feherty because he knows there's nothing Feherty wouldn't do for him. He often tells the story about Feherty coming to find him after his Sunday meltdown at the Masters in 2011. As soon as Feherty got off the air, he drove to where Rory was staying. In Feherty's version of the story, he was blown away by McIlroy's ability to keep the loss in perspective. In McIlroy's version, he couldn't believe how quickly Feherty helped him forget what had happened.

"Once he decided I was really OK, he just sat down with me and my friends and basically did a 'Feherty' show for us right there," McIlroy says. "An hour after he got there, we were all literally falling off our chairs, we were laughing so hard.

"He's a complex and wonderful individual," McIlroy says. "Anita calls it kindness; she's right. I'd add compassionate. Kind, compassionate, brilliant—and very, very hard on himself at times."

‘Tom [Watson] looked at me and said, “You’re not well.” He was right, of course—I wasn’t. I asked him later what it was he saw, and he said, “I was looking at myself a few years earlier.” ’ —David Feherty

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• • •

A MARRIAGE AND A CAREER CRUMBLE
From Holywood, Feherty moved on to Balmoral Golf Club, where he worked for Fred Daly, the 1947 Open champion and the only Northern Irishman to win it until Darren Clarke in 2011 and McIlroy three years later.

"I was playing with Fred one day, and he hit a ball into a bunker, blasted out and hobbled onto the green," Feherty says in the act. "He said, 'I'm really having trouble getting out of bunkers as I get older.' I said, 'Fred, you just hit a fine shot there.' He shook his head and said, 'I don't have any trouble getting the ball out of the bunker, I have trouble getting my body out.' "

Balmoral was a largely Catholic club, but there were also Protestant members because it was set between a Catholic neighborhood and a Protestant neighborhood. "There were never really any problems," says Feherty, who grew up in Bangor going to a Protestant church three times a week with his family but now describes himself as an agnostic. "People just came there to play golf. But the clubhouse did get blown up twice while I was there."

Phone calls warning people to leave a building were taken very seriously during The Troubles. Feherty was on the golf course once when a bomb went off. "Very loud pop is all I remember," he says.

Feherty won five times on the European Tour after getting his card in 1980 and was on the European Ryder Cup team for the famous/infamous War by the Shore at Kiawah in 1991. There, he beat Payne Stewart, 2 and 1, and fondly remembers thinking that he and Seve Ballesteros had truly bonded through the week as teammates­—"until I saw him in the locker room a week later in Stuttgart and he called me Donald," Feherty says. "I was crushed."

What was truly crushing Feherty during that period was his first marriage, to Caroline DeWit, a beauty queen he had met while playing in South Africa. Shey was born in 1988 and Rory in 1992. In 1993, Caroline decided she wanted to relocate to Dallas; Feherty believed it was because of another man.

Even so, he followed, if only because he didn't want to be apart from his sons. He had to go to PGA Tour qualifying school to earn playing privileges. He succeeded but never really adapted to playing in America. He did, however, play well enough at Turnberry in 1994 to have a real chance to win the Open Championship. He trailed co-leaders Fuzzy Zoeller and Brad Faxon by two shots after three rounds and shot 70 on the final day, which left him tied for fourth behind Nick Price, who shot 66 to win.

"Looking back now, I don't think I wanted to win," Feherty says. "I had a few very makable putts around the turn that if I'd made, I'd have had a very real chance. But I missed them. I'm not saying I tried to miss, I'm just saying subconsciously I just didn't believe I was good enough to win the Open. I didn't want the responsibility. I'd had a chance in '89 [T-6 at Troon], too, and the same thing had happened."

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• • •

GETTING A LIFELINE
By 1995, Caroline had left Feherty, and he was about to lose his playing privileges on the PGA Tour. He was drunk or high more often than not and had no idea what he was going to do.

Then, Anita and CBS came into his life—specifically, in the case of CBS, Gary McCord. The two men had never met, but McCord was in the locker room during an opening-round rain delay at The International in 1995. He was there to find players who would come on-camera and kill time for USA, which had the Thursday-Friday cable rights.

"I was there for a while," says McCord, now one of Feherty's closest friends. "David was in there telling stories. I knew who he was but didn't know him. People were falling over laughing while he talked. When we went off-air I said to him, 'You ever do any TV?' He said no. I said, 'Would you like to?' He said, "I don't know.' I said, 'Well, if you want to, I'll be in the tower at 15 tomorrow from 2-5, and if you want to, come on up there.' I did it as much to keep myself from getting bored because I figured if I had someone to listen to, I'd have to pay attention."

The next day, when he got to the tower, McCord told longtime CBS golf producer Frank Chirkinian that he'd invited Feherty.

"What?" Chirkinian screamed into McCord's headset. "No way. No way you two f------ guys are going to be together on-air."

Chirkinian knew Feherty's reputation for blunt humor.

McCord didn't blink. "First, it was cable, not the network," he says. "It was Friday afternoon, small audience. Frank liked to yell and grumble; that's what he did. Plus, I didn't even know if David would show."

Feherty showed. And he blew McCord away. "He just went to places with his answers to questions I never imagined anyone could go," McCord says. "As we walked down the steps from the tower, I said to him, 'This is what you're going to be doing next.' I knew he wasn't playing well and was going to need something soon. So, I said, 'When the time comes, please call us.' As in CBS, not me."

Months later, CBS was forced to fire Ben Wright after his politically incorrect comments about why women—in his opinion—struggled to play golf well.

Feherty was sitting in a hotel bar, drinking vodka and Gatorade—"because I was still an athlete," he says—when he saw CBS producers Lance Barrow and Rick Gentile approaching.

"When they said, 'CBS,' I thought they were from '60 Minutes' and they were doing a story on golfers and drugs," he says. "Who better than me to talk to? I was terrified."

Barrow and Gentile offered Feherty a three-tournament contract to take Wright's spot for the rest of the year. Feherty was hired full time in 1997.

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Feherty with his contemporaries on the European Tour (left) during his playing days, which included competing for Europe in the 1991 Ryder Cup.

Having a job he was very good at and a happy marriage didn't mean that Feherty got sober overnight. When Erin was a pre-kindergartner, Anita came home after dropping her from school one morning and told David if he didn't get sober, she was leaving him.

He did. For a while. But never for good. He drank so much on a trip to Barbados early in 2006 that he got alcohol poisoning. After that, he and Anita went to an addiction therapist.

Still, he was fighting a losing battle. Then, that summer, he was doing the play-by-play for an exhibition match on Prince Edward Island between Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus.

Feherty has told the story often about that being a turning point in his life. "Tom looked at me and said, 'You're not well,' " Feherty says. "He was right, of course—I wasn't. I asked him later what it was he saw, and he said, 'I was looking at myself a few years earlier.' "

It wasn't as if Watson sprinkled magic dust on Feherty and he was cured. Anything but. Feherty wasn't willing or able—in Anita's opinion—to handle rehab. Watson found him an AA group in Dallas, and even though it was difficult for Feherty, he went to a meeting every day. Until one day, he didn't.

"I'd been riding my bike to the meetings every morning," he says. "That day, I just kept going."

He was north of McKinney—about 35 miles from Dallas—when he finally called Anita to come and get him.

"I don't do well in groups," he says. "I like being alone. When I'm home, I don't answer the door and I don't answer the phone."

"David is OK in a group if it's on his terms," Anita says.

"Fortunately, the bike became his addiction. That's when he got sober."

Feherty would be up before dawn, ride the bike for several hours, stop for coffee with friends and come home too exhausted to go to any dark places or to think about drinking. "When he wasn't riding the bike," Anita says, "he was working on it."

Unfortunately, he was hit by cars on three occasions on the bicycle. The first accident crushed his left arm so badly he had to give up playing golf. The third one forced him to give up the bike.

But, with a lot of therapy and support, he came out on the other end—sober. If Anita ever thinks things might go bad again, she'd call Watson.

"He was clearly struggling, physically and emotionally," Watson says of the Prince Edward Island weekend. "I said, 'I see you. I've been where you are. Let me help.' He was very receptive. It wasn't an easy process, but he got through it."

Watson says their friendship really took off when they went to Iraq together in 2007 as part of a trip to entertain the troops, put together by Rick Kell, co-founder of Troops First Foundation, a group Feherty has been extremely involved with for years. When Feherty became an American citizen in 2010, one of the people who flew to Dallas for the ceremony was Watson. In 2016, after Watson played his final round at the Masters, his family threw a party with about 60 friends invited. The star of the evening was Feherty, who was funny and poignant.

"When I was in the abyss, at the bottom of a well I thought I'd never climb out of," Feherty said that night, "I looked up for help, and the face looking down at me and the hand reaching for me was Tom Watson."

The first person to tell you that Feherty still struggles with his addictions every day is Feherty. He takes 14 pills a day—seven of them psyche meds—to help him deal with his depression, bipolar disorder and various physical maladies that will never go away.

"There isn't a day that goes by when I'm not sad for at least part of the day," he says. "And some days, I'm just sad all day. It's gotten worse since Shey died. Sometimes I just start to cry and can't stop."

He stops there and smiles. "And yet, I love my life. I don't see how I could possibly be any happier than I am right now."

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‘I need to be busy. If I’m home for more than a week or so, I start to lose my mind.’ —David Feherty

He left CBS at the end of his contract in 2015 and signed a deal that calls for him to do 16 of his "Feherty" shows each year for Golf Channel, NBC's golf tournaments and various other events, like the Olympics.

NBC offered more money than CBS—a good deal more—but it wasn't so much the money as the chance to do some things that were different—including spending some of his time in a tower rather than walking with the final group—that made the deal attractive. Add the 24 Off-Tour dates, speaking gigs, the occasional outing and events for Troops First, and he's on the road almost nonstop.

"I need it that way," he says. "I need to be busy. If I'm home for more than a week or so, I start to lose my mind. Most of the time, I like the work. I might be terrified on stage, but I do enjoy it. Once I stop shaking with fear."

He isn't exaggerating. "I can see it on stage," Anita says. "But I also know when he's really frightened, that's when he's at his best. If he's not, he might lose focus and then, even though he's still terrific, he's not as good as he can be—or wants to be. He always knows, even if the audience doesn't. He'll come off stage and say, 'I didn't have it tonight.' The crowd is out there screaming, but he knows. He always knows."

‘There isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not sad for at least part of the day. And some days, I’m just sad all day. ... Sometimes I just start to cry and can’t stop.’ —David Feherty

• • •

A SON LONGS FOR HIS DAD: 'I MISS HIM'
The evening in Atlanta is winding down. There's time for one more question. It's the one everyone who has ever played golf is often asked: "What's your dream foursome?"

"Jack Nicklaus," Feherty says quickly. "He's the one great player of my time I never got to play with." He pauses a split second for applause. He's done this before. "Annika Sorenstam," he continues. "Never played with her, either, and I'll never forget her first tee shot at Colonial [in a 2003 PGA Tour event], when she hit it perfectly and staggered off the tee because the pressure on her that week was so overwhelming."

He pauses again. Not for effect or because he's thinking, but to gather himself. "And my dad," he finally says. "I'd like to play one last round with him."

His voice catches. The emotion is quite real. "Happens to me every time," he says later. Billy Feherty died in November 2016 of Alzheimer's at the age of 91.

"I miss him," his son says.

He's thinking back to his childhood now, and he smiles at the memory of his parents. "They say that humor is a sixth sense if you're Irish," he says. "When I was a kid, humor was my defense. I was clearly ADD and wasn't any good in school except in math and music. Humor was what kept people from making fun of me, from calling me dumb. I'm not sure where I'd be or what I'd have become without it."

The humor is matchless. But those who know him best will tell you it is the remarkable kindness and the compassion that his wife and friends speak of that makes Feherty Feherty.

And that's no joke.

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