I had very recently feared that Rickles was through. The mind was there, but the body had gone weak. Or so I thought.
But last night's performance on Letterman suggests that it's more a matter of a worn-out voice. Maybe the guy's getting over a bit of a cold.
He seems to have not only the mind, but the physical energy that I so hope to see every time he comes outta the gate:
And, as a bonus for Belotoot, I present Jack E. Leonard. I hope your head falls off and rolls down a sewer . . .