Lo mein. Yumsk.

Not all bad.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007…

Which is exactly what he did years later when he was working as a cop.

Not cancer. "Natural causes" relating to general bad health, including heart and kidney disease and diabetes. About what you'd expect with someone whose life has been trashed through no fault of his own.

It's hard, choosing between advertising and law as a profession. Still, better now than after graduation.

I have no idea. Mama's boys tend to stay that way till they die. My brother is almost 80, and he's never really gotten over it.

It was the '60s. Fringe was groovy, man.

What can you expect, with a name like "Mancow"? It's not mancow—it's bull. (There's an opening for a tagline—"If it's not Mancow, it's bull.")

It's just been a matter of time since Tom Laughlin died. Billy Jack, reborn as a personal injury lawyer.

Best new combination: Town House Flipside crackers (pretzel top; cracker bottom) with a dab of whatever type of Nutella or Nutella clone you prefer. I get Kroger's house brand of crunchy hazelnut chocolate spread, and the combo is delightful.

Back in the day, my record store had to order Otis Redding albums for me because they didn't stock Stax. Then he died and Dock of the Bay happened, and suddenly they were all his fans. Wankers.

Love Man, people.

The first time I heard Memphis, I realized what it was that I disliked about Motown.

And those big ol' brogan shoes. Tramp.

But extremely grateful they didn't go for Colombo Jr.

You forgot the big dog.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

He's already done Grease, so how about a revival of Bye Bye Birdie with Bakula in the Dick Van Dyke role?

And he is a musician, so he won't be entirely out of place. Can't speak for time.

Red means stop, not go.