The Joke Man
Living with my father has never been easy. When it came to communicating, he went by the 90's motto: Don't Ask/Don't Tell. He didn't ask me anything, so I didn't tell him anything. He was of the belief that children (especially his) should be seen, not heard. And, preferably, not even seen. It was enough for him to know we were around. It was a different time. Let's leave it at that. And then my parents grew old, my mother passed away, and my father was diagnosed pre-Alzheimer's. When my family and I asked him to move in with us, I thought maybe things would be different. They weren't. His first words when I tried to engage him in conversation were practically, "Don't bother." Not too long ago, I walked into the den and sat down. Not in my favorite chair, because my father claimed it the day he moved into my house, but in the sofa next to it. He was watching baseball on the MLB channel we got him. Sometimes I'll watch baseball, too. U...