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Well, If You’re A Native Chicagoan, You Know How Dumb He [dr. Robert Hartley] Is. He Gets On The Ravenswood El, He Goes Past His Stop On Sheridan Road, He Gets Off In Evanston, Where The El Is On The Ground, And Then He Walks Back 55 Blocks To His Apartment. Now, Would You Want To Have That Man As A Psychologist? A Man Who Misses His Stop Every Day?

When You're Going For A Joke, You're Stuck Out There If It Doesn't Work. There's Nowhere To Go. You've Done The Drum Role And The Cymbal Clash And You're Out On The End Of The Plank.

I Gave Up Accounting. I Went In For About Six Months Writing Ad Copy. I Was Fired From That, And Then Another Guy And I Did A Kind Of Poor Man's Bob And Ray Kind Of Syndicated Radio Show. Then I Decided To Stick It Out And See What Happened. I'd Give It A Year, A Year Became Two Years, And Then Two Years Became Three Years, And Then Along Came The Record Album.

I Worked In Accounting For Two And A Half Years, Realized That Wasn't What I Wanted To Do With The Rest Of My Life, And Decided I Was Just Going To Give Comedy A Try.

I Kind Of Do It In My Head, Then I'll Try Pieces Of It On Stage And If It Looks Promising, I'll Put It Together.