I can’t remember the first time that Johnny Carson brought me to tears but the last time was yesterday. I don’t know why I always felt a connection to him. I wasn’t old enough to stay up that late until the early 80’s.
I always imagined myself being a guest, making clever chitchat and a couple of cracks about Ed’s drinking and Johnny’s ex-wives. Maybe, if the stars were aligned, sharing the evening with Don Rickles.
I have some great memories of my Dad (also departed) and me laughing our asses off while watching Johnny. His retirement was the end of an era; his passing is also the passing of that era.
The answer is “sis-boom-ba”, and the question… what is the sound of an exploding sheep?
RIP, my friend, I wish I had met you.