Dear Donna, you poor scribbler, you...

You really need a better gig, Kid - this 'Mugwumps Parade' stuff is getting more than a little tedious. Would I lie to you?

And who remembers Mad Magazine, with that toothy and freckle-faced schmuck grinning at us from the cover, looking like if brains were dynamite, he'd need a lot of help blowing his nose...?  Well, dear old Dave used to remind me a lot of that guy, before the ravages of Father Time and all those dissipations of fame & fortune took their inevitable toll. Now, he's just another Old Fart like the rest of us. A dying breed, if I ever saw one...