I first learned about Johnny Carson from my grandfather. If he was home, it didn’t matter what was going on around the house Papaw was going to watch Johnny Carson. Papaw died when I was 9 so all those years laying in the bed with him watching Johnny was just that to me…laying in bed with my grandfather watching TV. I had no idea what Johnny was and missed the point of all of his jokes. It was years before I even knew that the name of the show wasn’t “The Johnny Carson Show” but rather, the “Tonight Show”.
I continued the tradition of watching Johnny after Papaw went Home. The years adding to my knowledge and the wisdom of his comedy came within my reach. I cried on his last show just like much of America. Now I mourn his loss.
Papaw was the first person to expose me to the Faith. It was 20 years later before I accepted the Faith and I’m certian he was celebrating. I hope Johnny Carson was a believer…and if he wasn’t I pray that God gave him just one last chance although I know that’s not how this game is played. I hope Papaw gets to meet Johnny in Heaven. Papaw gets to laugh his infectious laugh again. Johnny gets to meet one of the greatest men who ever lived. Win. Win.