Country Humor

Daddy Gene had a country funny bone that was beyond compare.

Something out of the ordinary and unexplainable would occur and he would judiciously announce to no one in particular, "Well, shit and two is eight". Number one (and only son) has never really figgered that 'un out, but it always seemed to make sense in the context of the moment when intoned by Dad??

If ya showed Daddy Gene your latest (EXPENSIVE) purchase that he thought was ridiculous...he would respond, "Cute".....in a way that more than conveyed his solemn belief that his onliest son was a dumass that provided a never ending source of humorous wonderment to him.

He'd start to tell one of his mos' fav-rite jokes...and would begin laughing so hard with copious tears streaming down his face that he could'nt get to the "punch line"....and son....having no clue where the "joke" was headed...inevitably became powerlessly "tickled" with the same tears of mirth falling.

The ole fat boy misses his Dad every single day. Many is the time Gene's boy has found a stump on the ranch, sat down, and had long talks with his Dad.

Damn, I miss ya....but know your country perverted brand of humor survives on the Tin Star to this day.