RIP Bob Saget

I have a vivid memory of one of my first dates going to a comedy club (hi Laurel), in this case the Cleveland Comedy Club in 1978, and the headliner was a guitar comedian named Bob Saget. We sat right up front — this was before I knew it was called the suicide lane because the comedian can see you and will pick on you — he roasted me bad and Laurel ate it up. He had great timing, a big smile and an off-hand style that said he didn’t take it too seriously. Thanks, Bob, for a great night and lots of laughs ever since. RIP.