Dad's been gone for many years now. He wasn't prone to outbreaks of laughter. He had a very dry sense of humor. I think I'm going to do some on again, off again blogs about stuff he used to say.
If he knew you had to be somewhere early in the morning, say in Lincoln, by 7 AM, a two hour trip, he'd say something like, "well, you're going to have to get up before breakfast to get there by seven".
One night back in the late 1950's, I recalled my sister, sitting at the kitchen table and writing definitions for her homework, she called out to anyone who would answer, "Hey, does anyone know the definition of a commentator"?
She knew my Dad could sit down and work most crossword puzzles without hesitating much, so she hoped he would answer, and he did.
"A commentator is just a plain, ordinary potato. I'll guarantee that my Mom would have known better than to ask.
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