I miss David Letterman. I actually missed Letterman even when he was doing his last shows on the air. The Letterman I miss was the one who threw weird objects off the roofs of tall buildings, just to see what would happen to them when they hit the ground. You name it, he tossed it. Watermelons, cans full of paint, TVs—anything that was breakable and made a big mess was fair game. I loved it. I can’t help it; I’m filled with a kid’s curiosity and inventiveness. I was the kind of boy who, when I was given a toy in a box, threw the toy aside and played with the box.