One Night with Letterman | John Himpe
It is a cold and wet Monday, February 7, 2011 in New York City. Chris and I have been in line for roughly 30 minutes when groups of about 20 people start to shuffle in to the lobby of the Ed Sullivan Theater. We patiently wait our turn and eventually make our way to an audience co-ordinator who asks us where we're from and quizzes us to see how big of fans we are of Dave's show. How big of a fan am I? Well, I grew up watching Dave. After learning one summer night that there was something on TV if I stayed up after Johnny Carson finished his show, I was mesmerized by Letterman's madhouse. There was something gritty and dangerous about the late night show that looked like it was shot in the ratty attic of 30 Rockefeller Center. Stupid pet tricks. The top ten list. A low budget / high comedy distraction for adults who suffered from insomnia. But as a kid, if I could manage to keep my eyes open I'd watch Dave.