Sometime early on in my career as an impressionist of Mark Twain, around 1988, I was invited to speak at the new Lloyd George Federal Building in Las Vegas, and once I passed through security, I saw a spectacular portrait of Judge Lloyd George, whom I supposed was long-gone, but I was happily mistaken. There, standing in front of me, was Judge Lloyd George himself, extending his hand and inviting me up to his office. I have never seen an office …