  Over the past few decades the public has come to have a vague, simplistic and inaccurate image of the formerly-universally-beloved W.C. Fields — an image I call “the bobble-head on the bar” — a red cheeked and red-nosed inebriate leaning on a lamp-post, an American Silenus. As far as I’m concerned, booze was the […]
SOURCE: Trav S.D. at 11:06AM on November 4, 2016