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On Dad Jokes

Corny, yes. But necessary.

My dad died sixteen years ago and I’m mostly over it. There is no need to express condolences. These things happen. I miss him. This is life.

I miss his jokes. Until the day he died my dad marveled at all the odd circumstances and runs of luck that saw the son of a Baptist preacher grow up to work on Capitol Hill. He’d chuckle and nod his head in disbelief at his good…

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I created Humungus, a blog about pop culture, politics, and feelings. Support the madness: https://johndevore.medium.com/membership

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