Mark Twain had a wonderful story about Uncle Lem who was under a scaffold with his dog, sick or drunk or something. An Irishman was up about the third floor with a hod of bricks. His foot slipped and down he came, bricks and all. He hit a...

The last mention I made of Kindergarten Cop started me thinking about “Ah-nold” telling the squeaker, “It’s not a tooma,” when the little boy suggests Arnold’s headache may be a tumor. We decided, when...