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| | I’m With Stupid Dept.: Fred Willard, Tourist: The New Yorker |
 | | Fred Willard has long put his hearty, game-show-host manner to use playing characters who are gloriously out of their depth. |
 | | One morning recently, Willard, in town from Los Angeles, had a few hours free before a rehearsal (he is starring as an Elvis impersonator in “Elvis and Juliet,” written by his wife, Mary, at the Abingdon Theatre). |
 | | Willard and his wife lived in Manhattan in the early nineteen-seventies—“Our daughter was born in the old French Hospital, where Babe Ruth spent some of his last days,” he recalled—and he was curious to compare the metropolis today with his memories. |
| www.newyorker.com /talk/content/articles/060703ta_talk_friend (1073 words) |
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