Someone sent me a Ladmo Bag. It arrived just as I was sitting down to my monthly poker game with a pair of bitter characters I've known since high school. Our game usually dissolves quickly into mean-spirited hollering and insults, but on this day, prompted by the arrival of this brown-paper, goody-filled talisman of our shared childhood, my friends and I spent the afternoon wolfing Twinkies and gushing over cartoony memories. Our usual spiteful antagonism was forgotten, replaced by good-natured debates over who was funnier, Marshall Good or... More >>>