Laurel and Hardy (41 of 50, 100 word post)

I remember my Uncle interrupting a conversation I was having about comedy teams by interjecting “Laurel and Hardy!” It is incidental that he was likely quite elegantly drunk as was his custom, because his warm smile came from the substance, not the circumstances, of his comment. The gentle, nostalgic satisfaction, combined with the indisputable confidence of his delivery stuck with me, even though I’m sure my worship of the Marx Brothers led me to dismiss him with a superiority reserved for the passionately young. Now, at my advanced age, and in a state of nearly complete sobriety, I agree.