Say G'night, Dick.

Rowan & Martin's Laugh In was one of only two grown-up shows I remember being allowed to stay up and watch. From the couch, Mom would tsktsk through the blue humor, barely able to mask her guilty chuckles. One of my earliest childhood crushes (after George Harrison and Mighty Mouse), Dick Martin launched my life-long devotion to deep dimples and dirty jokes. Bringing up the back edge of an era, he continued a Rat Pack tradition of poon-hound sophistication, but brought a social responsibility to the naughty. A subversive skirt chaser. Ohhhh, the fiery little girl fantasies of him "Honey, I'm home"-ing me...

G'night, Dick.

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