I got a message today.  The message told me it would be the right thing if I congratulated a gent I know on his 20 year anniversary with the company he works for.

Twenty years…I pondered.  How can that be?  Did he start when he was 12?  No…never mind.  I did the math.  He is my age.  We are not thirty anymore, though it seems that way on occasion.  On occasion, it seems like we are twelve.  Just ask my dear wife, Carrie.

So I congratulate him.  That is a feat by any means.  To stay consecutively employed by one entity for twenty years, you must be doing something right.  Keep up the good work, my friend.

Tonight is the last of the Late Show with David Letterman.  I can’t believe it.  When I was in high school he was doing the show after Johnny Carson on NBC.  I like Letterman.  He is a real guy.  I remember seeing The Moody Blues on his show in the summer 1988.  Well…Justin Hayward and John Lodge played “I Know You’re Out There Somewhere”  with Paul Shafer and Letterman’s house band.  It was great.  I watched it live on a black and white TV in an apartment I living in at the time.

Last summer my dear wife, Carrie, and I were in the Ed Sullivan Theater for a taping of Dave’s show.  That was cool.  The coolest part?  The inside of the building.  I am not sure how cold it was, but I am quite confident you could hang meat in the place for a while and it would be fine.

I am going to try to hang in there tonight and watch the last show.  I am sure I will be asleep by then, but I can dream….about…

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson