I found myself thinking of my late grandfather whom I called Popo. Popo is probably the person from whom I get my own dry humor. He and I often found humor in unusual places. When you pick up a book about the Revolutionary War, you probably wouldn't expect humor, but consider the examples below:
I contend, then, that it is not altogether inconsistent to suppose that I had parents too. I shall undertake to trace my pedigree (like the Welsh) some thousand years beyond the Creation...
When my father arrived at puberty he found his constitution too feeble to endure manual labour, he therefore directed his views to gaining a livelihood by some other means.
...I, the redoubtable hero of this Narrative, first made my appearance in this crooked, fretful world, upon the twenty-first day of November, in the year 1760. I have been told that the day on which was born was a thanksgiving day, which day is, generally, celebrated with good cheer.