Last year, I was walking down an interior staircase in a New York City building. At one of the floors, a man who I recognized as a member of David Letterman’s inner circle stood in the doorway. I passed him and then, halfway down the next level, slowed my pace down considerably.

I slowed down because there was an excellent chance David Letterman would soon be following me. 

Another flight down, I could overhear the conversation above me. When I got to the street level, I circle towards the security guard and said hello. I took out my phone as if I was important. And then the best late night talk show host not named Carson was right in front of me.

“Goodnight.”, Letterman said.

I think i said the same.

And just like that he was gone.