Once my brothers (but not the one who is a professional comic) began telling the punchlines of jokes. They were able to list what seemed like hundreds of them in turn. My brother Tom’s wife, Linda, laughed and laughed and Carolyn was amazed. I could not keep up with my brothers and recalled few of the jokes they quoted punchlines for. None of us brothers play the piano, though my father taught himself to do so. Brian does play the guitar and harmonica and all three of the others can sing, though I cannot. Io parlo poco Italiano.