I first encountered Buster Keaton at the Egyptian Theater in Ogden about twelve years ago. It was a performance of his short film One Week (1920) with live organ accompaniment. The film was an unexpected prelude to the feature I had gone to see, but I have no memory of the actual feature. I watched One Week with my mouth open, thinking, “How can this old film be so funny, and why have I never heard of it before?”