Rescue from Gilligan's Island revisited, and there are a finite number of words

TWO Candorville comic strips

Like maybe most Gen-Xers, I was a “latchkey kid.” After school, my brother and I would head straight home (after a comic book and video game detour to the convenience store and pizza parlour by the bus stop), and let ourselves in. Forgetting our keys was no big deal - we’d just pry open the front window, or

scale a fence on the side of the house and get…