
Dear George, 
In a few hours, I wake up to board a plane back to New Orleans.  Exhausted and unashamedly procrastinating packing my bags, I happened to turn on a special in which the Kennedy Center was honoring you for your work in comedy.  Throughout the course of this special, watching big-screened clip after clip of your most memorable material, I learned two things: 
1.) I am awed by you.
2.) You are no longer with us.  
And so I wanted to say thank you.  
Thank you for reminding me that truth is indeed greatest form of humor.  Unapologetic honesty.  
I have gotten so wrapped up in gimmick - wanting to be the next Andy Samburg - believing that funny has to be something never before seen, something dressed up and packaged and side splitting, that I had forgotten what first drew me to comedy.  
I had forgotten the thrill of seeing Richard Pryor, Chris Rock, Robin Williams stand before sold out thousands and issuing from these crowds the same collective breathless call: "that is so true..." 
Its not about spinning gold from straw.  Its about holding up a mirror.  
Thank you.
- CJ