In the early 1970's, right before he moved his show to California, I was at a party in a very exclusive apartment building in NYC. The party was boring and someone made the mistake of telling us he lived on the so-and-so floor above. My friends, Bob Hess and Steve Coyle, and I went up the elevator and picked a random door. There were only 4 or 6 apartments per floor so the odds were in our favor. We had our cover story made up and ready and we knocked politely. In minutes, with his hair full of shampoo, he stuck his head around the door and demanded "Who are you"...cover story forgotten I managed to stutter and point and barely say “You, You, You, You’re Johnny Carson” to which he replied "who the hell did you think I'd be ?" He slammed the door shut and in moments security was in the elevator on the way to find us. They trapped us in the fire stairs and escorted us out - they also called our 'host' who ratted out the guy who had brought us there. Party over !!! The four of us were back in the car on the way to somewhere else, LOL.
We watched his monologue for weeks hoping to hear some mention of three crazy guys at his door but NO, NO mention ! And then he moved to California. Of the four of us I still see one of those guys some 30 + years later and I can have this story verified if needed, LOL.
Strange but true !
Bill
