How much impact did your parents have on your sense of humor?
The majority of the posts I've published about my folks have been on the weepy side. But as I paused to think about my Dad today on his birthday, it suddenly occurred to me how little I've considered his sense of humor - particularly his fondness for wordplay - and its effect on my own.
I still have a collection of some of his made-up words in one of my notebooks. On more than one occasion I've caught myself almost saying "digiltary" instead of dignitary. He also had a few un-PC expressions - my Dad was no political progressive - but most of his humor was not aimed at belittling others. I clearly recall what he told my friends who visited me in the hospital after I'd totaled his new (used) car in a snowstorm in 1969 - "Patrick had an argument with a telephone pole and lost."
And that humorous anecdote is itself another reason my love of my Dad remains undiminished. He'd owned that car barely six months and though I'm sure he wasn't happy it was trashed, I don't recall any anger directed at me. Instead, a joke. Dad would have been 98 years old today.