The first time I noticed I had a dad with an otherworldly sense of humor is when i went with him on a bunny hunt. It was 1976.
Dad was quiet most of the time, so it was funny watching him build huge illegal contraptions on the roof of his car. he usually found the bunny first and got to be the bunny the next week. He was never content to broadcast in a parking lot or alley.
His best stunt was dressing up as a elderly black man in a wheelchair, and secretly broadcasting under the blanket. all the hunters were unsure of how to approach him. I remember watching from the car, thinking how elaborate of a prank this was.
They said he was cheating being out of his car, but Dad pointed out a motorized wheelchair is a vehicle. When they would stare blankly at him, he would cackle with delight.
He thought it was hilarious.
He was Hilarious, Larry for short.
When i got older and learned that this kind of behavior was considered erratic, i was very happy. I never wanted to be a normal person and it pleased me both ends to realize I had a nut in my family tree.
He liked to tinker, to find alternate bizarre ways of analyzing a situation. A different POV! And he liked to taking people along for the ride. It was a fun ride, and I am happy and proud to carry on the weird gene!
Don’t get me started on the nutty driving he would do for us scours in his old Ford Bronco.