New York Times: There was Jonathan Goldman one perfect August afternoon, happily traipsing down the Long Beach Boardwalk, dispensing wisdom to unsuspecting strollers and leaving snippets of rimshot patter floating in the salty air. I start to tell Henny Youngman a joke. Me! Telling Henny Youngman a joke, one oration began. So Im minding my own business in Boca with six or eight guys who make me look young, went another. This was no small miracle. Not Mr. Goldmans amiable shtick, honed over 74 years, but...