Some years back, a friend of mine was in town. After two days of telling us about her hideous childhood, (It was truly horrible. She wasn't whining.) she asked me to take her to Meeting. I am not a Quaker. But we went. After two days of horror stories, I found myself enjoying the silence. Then my memory told me one of my favorite funny stories. I had a terrible time not laughing. I think they thought I was going to have some kind of seizure.