Roasting, because it’s the only thing that brings me peace.
And a lack of excruciating physical pain.
But mostly the peace, and not editing another 3 hours of audio instruction for a language I don’t understand.
I have a lot of thoughts swirling around about Dave’s retirement that I’m trying to formulate into something cohesive. I’m an almost lifelong resident of Indiana, and his move to CBS the first week of my sophomore year of college was when I really started watching. Conan’s version of Late Night started two weeks later, and the two had a huge impact on my comedic sensibility.
I’ve loved every Christmas show with Darlene Love. I’ve loved every quizzical look he’s given after an inappropriate Paul Shaffer interruption. I’ve loved every segment with Rupert Jee at Hello Deli, every remote with Biff Henderson, every check-in with his mother, Dorothy, every Sirajul and Mujibur bit … all of it.
I may be in the minority, by nature of geography mostly, but what I’ve loved most about David Letterman is his unwavering devotion to and celebration of Indiana, because he’s consistently shown, year after year, that a kid who grew up here can make it. We Hoosiers often get short shrift, especially in popular culture, as a state full of backward hicks or lumped in with the other “flyover” states. Above all else, David Letterman has been, for almost my entire life, an example that anything is possible, in a place where it can often seem that one’s life will be defined by their geography and circumstance.
My list of heroes is pretty short, but if I ever had a personal Mount Rushmore, Letterman would be on it.
I have more to say, but this is enough for now.
This is a placeholder for the eventual bazillion-word appreciation for David Letterman I’ve had bubbling under for a decade or better.
Time marches on, but it’ll never be the same.