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    nebusj-@-rpi-.edu (Joseph Nebus) wrote:   
      
   > 	What never fails for me, though, is when Conan makes the pledge   
   > that they're going to do some smart, thoughtful, intelligent comedy and   
   > not some random arbitrary gag -- *right*, (noun)-(verb)ing (noun) who   
   > (verb) (preposition) a (noun)?   
      
   Oh, yeah, those are good, come to think of it.   
      
   And I realized today that I forgot about the professional athletes who   
   do low-budget commercials.   
      
   > 	Oh, interesting and what the heck is your family doing just   
   > barely down the road from *my* family?  Not that we ever got out to   
   > Millburn that I remember, but come to think of it my brother is not   
   > outrageously far from there.   
      
   My great-grandfather, original owner of the Thurber book, was the East   
   Coast sales representative for the Farley and Loetscher Manufacturing   
   Company of Dubuque, Iowa, the maker of many fine millwork items ranging   
   from door sashes to, uh, window sashes.  I don't know why he ended up in   
   Millburn, specifically -- I think he moved there in the late 1910s/early   
   1920s.   
      
   My grandfather ended up next door, in Short Hills, from where he   
   commuted into Manhattan to work as an accountant (for Price Waterhouse   
   for many years, and then for a vending machine/foodservice company   
   called Servomation).   
      
   So my father is originally from Short Hills, although he ended up in   
   Florida (which is a very long story), and thus I'm from Tampa.   
      
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