Among the standard topics of gag-writing back in my day were: mothers-in-law, parking problems, headaches, fags. One of the categories was fag jokes. I’d done them, but it never occurred to me that what we were doing was wrong. One day at a grocery store in Montauk, a deep voice standing next to me said right into my ear, “Really, Cavett? Fag jokes?” I turned directly into the face of the great Edward Albee and I realized, My god, yes, that time has passed.