Father’s Day 2018

My Dad loved to laugh. He hid much of his pain, disappointment, grief and sorrow behind humor. He was the funniest person I’ve ever known. For every circumstance and situation there was a joke or funny story. He liked to hold court at the head of the dining room table on the farm with my mom, the children and grandchildren around the table. He gave humor as a gift to all of us as we took in his infectious laugh. His favorite jokes were about Ole and Lena, Sven and Hilda. When his jokes veered away from “appropriate”, Mom would give him the look. But that didn’t stop him. We always heard the punch line. And laughed until we cried. 

In my Dad's honor this Father’s Day, I’d like to share a joke I heard from my brother. 

“ Two nuns decided they wanted a 6 pack of beer. The new Pope had loosened up the rules and they were out for a night of fun. But they were afraid of what parishioners would think if word got out that they were in the liquor store. So they made a plan. They would tell the clerk that the beer was for a shampoo for their hair. After all, they didn’t wear habits any longer, they had hair for all the world to see. So they went to the neighborhood liquor store, set a 6 pack of Bud Light on the counter and told the clerk they were making a shampoo to help their hair shine. The clerk took down a bag of pretzels, set it alongside the 6-pack and said, “Sisters, you can use these for curlers.”