I've always believed my appreciation for subtle and dry humor may have been inherited. Both sides of my family are chock full of commentators and comedians—some self-proclaimed, some, OK, one, actually successful. (That stat does not include my dad's repeated attempts at his favorite straight-faced and always poorly timed joke—a farewell of "Thanks for coming! Next time bring money!" reserved for well-off relatives and, of course, funerals.) Then again, maybe my sense of humor developed from the self-preservation one learns simply by growing up nerdy in nearby Garland. Wherever it came from, the Webb... More >>>