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The Bob Newhart Forum
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RE: Newhart Legacy, part II
enter a therapy treatment program provided by the Idaho Department of Motor Vehicles. The program was their way of diversifying to generate revenue. You think this was easy? It was bad enough my father's name was Frank Dexter while you were kissing your Grammys. Now I had to spend five hours per week with a therapist who was more interested in showing me his Bob Newhart impressions than in my emotional welfare. "Just one more," he would say. "So this time I'm a submarine commander..." Mr. Newhart, I want you to know I'm not the only person whose life you have destroyed. Eventually I suffered a breakdown and had to be admitted into Idaho State's psychiatric ward for months. Believe me, if I wanted to live in a dysfuntional environment, I would have moved to New York. I didn't need this. But guess what? I made a friend who knew what I was going through. He also suffered the taunts of a cruel society, and we commiserated. His name? Lefty Lawrence. I suppose that puts a chill down your spine, Mr. Newhart. Lefty broke into tears any time someone pulled out a deck of cards. You don't want to know what happened to him if he saw a picture of Abraham Lincoln. He once went into a rampage at the Post Office because he bought stamps and his change included a five dollar bill. He became so consumed with anger that he forgot his stamps on the way out. When he went back, they claimed no one had his stamps and he had to pay again. Eventual Lefty was ready for discharge, but it didn't
Brooklyn - 03/04/08 - 12:57:PM
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