Vaughn would grin like Alice’s Cheshire Cat. It was his way of saying, “So what do you think about that? Aren’t I so funny?” Even if his silly pun was ‘kind of stupid’, that ear to ear grin was endearing. We spoke to Vaughn the weekend before his death and I found this joke surprisingly funny and as characteristic delivered flawlessly, he did tell jokes well.
You have these three guys playing golf. They’re ready to tee-off on a par three with a water hazard before the green. The first guy is Moses who skirts his ball low towards the hazard but the waters part just in the nick-of-time and the ball rolls up on the green. The second guy says, “Nice drive Moses.” To which Moses replies, “Thank you Jesus.” Now Jesus takes aim, sizing up his shot, pushing his hair out of his eyes and swings. It was a prodigious drive but still not enough to clear the water. Miraculously, though the ball strikes the surface but it just skips repeatedly until it is resting a few feet from the hole. The third guy seems like he has too much on his mind and has limited time and hurriedly whacks the ball in the general direction of the hole. His ball plops into the water and sinks. Moments later a kingfisher swoops in, retrieves his ball, carries it over to hole and drops it squarely in.
Jesus looks at the guy and say’s great shot dad.
Rest assured that Vaughn was smiling when he finished that joke. Yes, Vaughn I smiled too. Thank you for making your couch available so often. Thank you for helping me with my math homework and driving me on my paper route. But mostly thank you for being my older brother, someone who was my hero and role model for the honorable way you did everything you did. Thank you for making me smile.