Our mantra this week: If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.
It’s been a long day. A road trip with my dad, who is 86. Three hours down, six hours visiting, three hours back.
It’s time for …
This is Carlin’s third record, but the first on which he starts to move from mainstream comedian to caustic counterculture observer.
This is one of my favorite Carlin bits, complete with Al Sleet, the hippy-dippy weather man, and a partial score.
It’s one my dad and I heard Carlin do on television back then, and one we still could enjoy together today. You can’t say that for some of the Carlin bits that followed. Only one of us dug those.