David Letterman, my dad and me

There was no bloat to the final episode of Late Show with David Letterman Wednesday. Retrospectives were limited to Dave in 1996 donning a sea foam green Taco Bell uniform and messing around with big-haired drive through customers (all ordering various versions of the restaurant’s forgotten beef melt) and outtakes of small children attempting to show him their Christmas lists and science projects—similarly frustrated by his interruptions. He almost cracked in a tribute to his mother and beamed when he called to his wife and young son imbedded in the audience. Letterman shed no tears when he bid the audience farewell, “For the last time on a television program, thank you and good night.” But I did.

By Andrew Pridgen

If you drew a Venn diagram of the intersection of my sense of humor with my father’s you’d have one very tiny spec in the almost invisible intersected middle named…