My father had a unique sense of humor. He laughed easily and often. He told the same old jokes again and again, laughing each time as if he were hearing them for the first time. I think he was funniest when he was trying not to laugh , which often happened in church. Somehow , George did not mind falling asleep and snoring during services, but he drew the line at laughing out loud . The harder he tried to hold it in, the funnier he became. I remember sitting next to him once at a dance recital of seven year old girls. When a little girl did a handstand and accidentally knocked over the little dancer next to her, George’s entire body began to shake as he struggled to suppress a laugh. Of course , it was contagious , and soon I was shaking right along with him. This pict...