It's not easy to startle Jon Stewart, but it happened one evening shortly after he had finished taping his program in front of a New York audience.
"Are you serious with all these questions about talk shows?" said Stewart while tossing a baseball in the air and chain-smoking Camels in an office whose decor appeared to be inspired by Frat Boy magazine. "People don't usually ask me about these kind of things."
These days, anyone would ask Stewart how he became the most award-winning, influential political comedian of the past 15 years, especially as he heads into his final four episodes as one of the last remaining grown-ups on Comedy Central.
But this was 1995. The program was "The Jon Stewart Show," a syndicated series in which sharp, contemporary humor took a back seat to his Moron Walk — a bit in which he killed time by speed-walking across stage while swinging his arms like a spastic drum major.
The show lasted less than a year, but drew some die-hard fans, including David Letterman, who put aside his allergy to social graces by appearing on the finale.
I also thought the kid had something special, which is why I went out of my way to pay my respects to him in New York. At the time, I praised him for delivering locker-room humor with a I-know-better-than-this attitude.
But the future master of ceremonies for two Academy Awards? The director and writer of the hard-hitting drama "Rosewater"? The benevolent king who knighted Stephen Colbert, John Oliver and Larry Wilmore? The man who shamed CNN's "Crossfire" into cancellation? A two-time guest at the White House for private meetings with President Obama because senior staffers considered him the Walter Cronkite for the millennial generation?
Not even dear ol' Dave could have seen all that coming.