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.