In which I’m either totally hip or hopelessly out-of-touch.

I watched Conan O’Brien’s last show. I thought we was a class act all the way through – making jokes about NBC but not being mean-spirited. He was so appreciative of the individuals he had worked with and spoke so lovingly of his time with them, at NBC, and hosting The Tonight Show.

I’m so with Coco.

So, the NBC folks did what they did, and Leno’s back after the winter Olympics. I don’t know about you, but if they were hell-bent on replacing Conan, I think they overlooked the very best option.

Johnny Carson reruns.


The man was the master. I’d much rather watch 30-year-old Carson tapes than live Jay Leno. Hell, I’d rather watch Johnny’s decomposing corpse than Leno.

These old clips make me laugh. I feel like Johnny was a member of my family, and a class act all the way. While Leno seems to appeal to the lowest common denominator, Johnny was smart but not snobby – a Nebraska boy (actually he was born in Iowa – ahem) who was still amazed at where he landed and the world around him, even though he was the ultimate insider. He was one of us.

Johnny always made me feel so grown up. I’ve been a night owl my entire life and my mom swears that even as a newborn, I refused to go to sleep until after Johnny’s monologue. I’ve always had good taste.

Leno? He just makes me feel stupid.

If we can’t have Conan, let’s rally around the one and only suitable replacement – Johnny Carson. Who’s with me?

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