Courtesy NY Times

When I was a kid, say around 10 or 11, we had this huge console stereo. It was this plastic, faux wood-paneled dinosaur with a radio, a record player and an eight-track – a toast to the chunky cheese that was 70s decor.

I had three things I was aloud to listen to on the console: Bill Cosby: “Why is There Air?”, An REO Speedwagon album and an eight-track of George Carlin’s “A Place for My Stuff”. Three great comedy albums that I wore out via headphones so big and snug, they ensured absolutely no interruption, even from a nuclear attack.

I don’t claim many heroes and I’ve never been one to raise us flawed human beings to God-like status, but I will say “A Place for My Stuff” is a big, if not THE reason I chose the comedic path I have. I don’t think George Carlin was a King, or that his shit didn’t stink. I just think sometimes, a person can do one thing so well that it makes the world stop, look and clap.

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