If I could walk that way I wouldn't need the hernia operation

A little while ago we were in our room experiencing a rare dormant moment and A Night at the Opera was on. Jack was more than mesmerized. Of course this bought us to the point of our lives known as "Phase de Marx Brothers. We watched a bunch of their movies, learned that in each there would be a scene of Harpo playing the harp, Chico using the piano to seduce the universe and Groucho walking with that odd gait. I read an insightful memoir by Harpo in which he talks about the group of his friends that made up the Algonquin Round Table. Found out that Chico was a gamblin man and that Groucho kind of got somewhat scatological and obscene with age. On the other hand, Jack learned to throw a gookie and my husband explored his Marx brother-ness with the declaration that if he were one, his name would be Drab-o.