Unless you have been living in the hinterland for the past few days, you likely know that Wednesday was David Letterman's last late night show, signing off after 33+ years. The NYTimes review is here and there are a numerous online videos, etc.
However, I am not writing about his farewell, but rather about a dream that I had at least 15 years ago - obviously memorable, and it still makes me chuckle. It goes like this:
Rhonda and I were at the taping of a Letterman show and he asked if anyone was from Indiana [since that's where he is from]. We were the only ones who raised our hands, and thus were invited to stay after the show. We were escorted backstage to Dave's private dressing room, and we had a nice chat about Hoosier stuff. Then he said "Why don't you walk with me to the club that I always go to after the show?" Of course we said yes, and we headed out to the streets of New York City. We turned into an alley and there was an unmarked door with a small window. Dave knocked, the window cover opened, and a voice said "Good afternoon Mr. Letterman." We were very anxious and anticipatory as the door opened - and then Letterman, turned to us and said "Thanks, and we'll see you." He walked in, we were left outside and I had to think - Classic Letterman!!!