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Ning is somewhere with a big straw hat and a colorful drink, gazing into his Trio, and cursing Max, Tony and me for not keeping up the shop in his absence.
Well, perhaps I, without a wife and/or kid, has the least excuse.
So, here I am. Mourning the loss of Rodney Dangerfield. We're all lucky that he got his autobiography out mere months before his death. His recent Rolling Stone interview presented a man who was basically ready to die. He'd lived several lifetimes, and was, these days, happy to walk around his deluxe Hollywood apartment smoking pot in a bathrobe. Tony recently lent me a Rodney cassette from early in his career. Though he was well into his 40's, he wasn't quite the guy we grew to love. He was kinda just starting to bloom. So, hey there's hope for all of us career hoppers.
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