My father is a quiet man. Not to say he doesn’t like to talk, but there is nothing booming about his personality. He is possessed of a dry with and likes to pun, be a bit silly and doesn’t take himself seriously.
For example, as I was growing up he repeated the following bit of drivel often enough that I learned it.
“One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
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Published on April 25, 2013 12:52