My dear old dad, who absented his earthly life three decades ago, loved good jokes – both the hearing and the telling – with a slight leaning toward the latter.He shared them on workdays with his co-workers and at gatherings of kinfolk. At home, he knew that my mom and brother would hear them willingly and laugh heartily, even if we’d heard them “umpteen” times. They all brought good cheer, if only to observe the joy he projected with every telling.Many were the days when he arrived home from a greasy day of “pipe-wrenching” for Lone Star Gas Company, often ...