Cue the Twilight Zone Music
I get a wave from beyond from my dad.
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Bob Newhart
I was looking for something to watch this morning on Prime Video, and I came across this 50 minute video called Bob Newhart: Off the Record (1992). I watched it (Newhart looked so young.) It was a compilation of him doing a live performance of a few of his old bits that were on his records that my dad played in the sixties.
I recognized a couple of the bits—if you’ve heard the records, you might find it fun to hear them again. If you’re unfamiliar with Newhart’s pre-tv material, you might want to check it out.
Dad is Calling?
I was lying in bed watching this random show and one of Newhart’s imaginary characters is named “Mr. Adams.” I imagined my dad smiling at me. (Dad passed away a couple of years ago.)
It was pretty cool.