It was white on black, with a red Texas flag, and informed us, “Somewhere in Texas a village is missing its idiot.” Well, that idiot was our dad. For a second, the words stung, but then we looked at each other and burst into unstoppable laughter. While it was awful to us, it was also funny—bravo to that joke writer. Now this line comes up regularly when we want to rib our former-leader-of-the-free-world father: “Well, somewhere in Texas a village is missing its idiot…”
