How ‘bout a joke for this last blog entry of 2014; it may be apocryphal. But for a period, my Great Uncle George was a Methodist minister in the Beloit, Wis., church around 1895. He was reputed to be preaching so vigorously that his false teeth flew out and landed in the lap of a parishioner in the front row, whereupon he said, “Would madam please pass the plate?” Now I would have expected this from my Uncle Bert, who was a clever jokester, but Uncle George? Uncle George?? I believe it because I want to. And it’s a family legend!