By Sarah Groshong
My brother Allen was perhaps the funniest person I have ever known. He had a smile that lit up a room like sunshine and a laugh that was so infectious that people laughed just because he was laughing and even when his jokes were corny beyond belief.
(Q. What’s soft and yellow and dangerous? A. Shark-infested custard.)
He kept our family laughing so much at the dinner table some nights that the food on our plates got cold and congealed while we laughed at his enjoyment of his own silliness. He took much in life with a large dose of humor, but when it came to his principles, he did not compromise. … Read More