R.I.P. Dick Martin

Of all the things that my parent let me get away with (and there were a few) letting me, in 1969 at just four years old, watch Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In is the one thing that amazes me the most. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that my mom was pregnant with my youngest brother at the time. We moved in 1970 to a bigger house, and I have distinct memories of watching Laugh-In at both houses.

Say good-night Dick...