A combination of allergies, teaching a full week of school, and soccer try-outs made me lose my voice, so Saturday morning I felt like Donald Draper, roaming the house silently while my wife scolded the children for their various infractions (but I certainly didn't look anything like him).
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Can we get a sentence about the time you lost your voice just before a taping of Donahue?
yes-- i'll get right to work on it, but it's going to be a long one. who has the picture of when we were in letterman's studio?
I think Cliffy does.
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