Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

Note that I did not say a “dad joke”. That’s pedestrian.

Dad told me this gem when I was growing up. He had lived through the insanity of the 60’s.

Want to hear it? Here it goes…

Two Jews [this is already a banger] were sitting on a park bench in Miami Beach, circa 1964. Hiram lowers his newspaper and turns to Abe

“You know, Abraham, I hear the Catholics at their big council are now saying that we didn’t kill Jesus.”

“Really?”, replied Abe. “Then who was it?”

Hiram, lifting the paper back up and scratching his head: “I think it was the Puerto Ricans.”

Don’t forget to tip your waiters.

So my friends, what did YOU do to celebrate commemorate the 48th anniversary of the death of Saaaiiiiiiiinnnnnntt Paul VI?

I asked a friend this question earlier in the day and he paused and said, “Pray for his soul?” We both laughed because remember, he’s a canonized saint now. Hahahahahahahaha

I can’t add anything to this.

Rome Hates You/Laramie Hirsch

I have a porch goose. It’s apparently a thing. Sure, it’s really my wife’s but it sits next to me on a little table while I enjoy a smoke.

She fancies herself a Gardner these days.

Sometimes, when I’m not looking, she drinks all my gin. Naughty.

It’s August in Texas. Not much to write about at the moment.

Anyone else have one of these things? Let me know if yours is also a lush.

Posted one year ago, I still chuckle at this exchange.

In the past few days, both my sister in NJ and I in TX have lost a neighbor due to illness. Please pray for their repose.