at The New Yorker
Bob Elliott died today, age 92.
I remember going up from Philadelphia to Carnegie Hall with my father to see them onstage, 1983 I think it was, in coonnection with their public radio show, not the earlier "The Two and Only". I've rarely seen my father laugh so hard (or eat so many pastrami sandwiches in so many Manhattan delis in one day). He was as nimble as a teenager as we ran for the train home at Penn Station afterwards, perked up by Wally Ballou and the rest of the characters filling our heads.