For most of my life, there was only one King of Late Night TV and that was Johnny Carson. No matter where we lived or what was going on in the world, the day always ended with the Johnny. There will never be another like him.
Since it's Friday, and I like a little nonsense to wrap up the week, I'm sharing a clip I came across recently. This is Johnny, the "honest" politician. Enjoy.
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I'm currently enjoying: The Fate of Katherine Carr by Thomas H. Cook (been doing a lot of writing so not much reading)
Groaner of the Day: (I'll apologize for this one up front.)
It was a hot summer's day and Luke was in the marina having a few beers aboard his boat, patriotically named "The Fourth of July". He was waiting for his friend, Opie, to arrive so they could go for a cruise.
Opie was late, unfortunately, because he had to pick up his wife from her appointment with the obstetrician. Her examinations were cheap because the doctor, a fellow named Juan, was Opie's cousin. Anyway, the appointment went over time, and Opie was late getting to the marina.
Luke had been drinking all this time and was feeling no pain. When he saw Opie finally walking down the pier, he jumped up, staggered to the side of the boat to wave to his friend, and nearly fell in! Opie got there just in time to grab Luke.
Thus, it was that O.B. Juan's kin, Opie, saved Luke from falling to the dock side of The Fourth.
(Hey, I apologized, didn't I?)