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…