Maybe it was 5th grade. I was 10-11 years old. Our local affiliate was NBC and maybe it was during the annual telethon but I got a grey “Late Night with David Letterman” T-shirt that I loved. I wish I still had it. I was with my mom and maybe we bought two.
I remember a girl picking on me in 6th grade, while in lunchroom for my Letterman t-shirt. By the next year, when we were all in middle school, she and everyone else thought it was cool.
I had, let’s call it an “unusual” childhood. What I mean is that I watched Late Night with David Letterman when I was in elementary school. It was probably mostly in Summer time, but it wouldn’t surprise me if we also watched it during the school year, and more than Friday nights. Staying up late watching TV and/or movies with my mom was common.
I remember the dancing waters, the grumpy clown smoking his cigar, the Top 10 lists. Dave’s goofy grin, the way he played with his suit coat, Chris Elliot, Larry “Bud” Melman, dropping watermelons and TVs and whatever else off of the top of a building. It was always fun and funny.
I, too, wanted to be David Letterman.
Admittedly the last few times I watched was because of insomnia and I was also trying to make it all the way to hear at least Craig Ferguson’s monologue, but he’s still good. And that’s been a few years.
I am a nostalgic kind of guy. I listen to Nirvana’s Unplugged every year on the anniversary of Cobain’s death. I remember Reggie Lewis, Nintendo, and MTV fondly.
I am nostalgic about this (totally non-important) pop culture milestone.