I may be sad that Mad Men has ended but I am devastated by this one. Ah, David Letterman. He's why my sense of humour is as warped as it is. From the moment he started Late Night on NBC, I knew he was great. It was past my bedtime, and it was a struggle for me to see his show. We had a VCR, but with my stepmother recording every soap opera known to mankind, there was never any videotape left in the house. Mostly, we all pretended that we'd watched it, and recited things we'd heard from older kids. When I went to NYC for the first time, as a teenager in the mid-80s, the coolest thing about Rockefeller Center was that Dave was in there somewhere. Never mind the architecture or the stores I couldn't possibly afford. Knowing I was outside the building where Stupid Pet Tricks, Top Ten Lists, The Alka Seltzer Suit, and Stupid Human Tricks happened was practically the highlight of the trip. Late Night was all over the place, which is what I loved. It...
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