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Even before we drove to Waldorf to have our Nimoy T-shirts made, Chris and I would answer our office phone with the hep rasp we’d picked up from “Where It’s At,” “Sunny,” and “Billy Don’t Play the Banjo Anymore.” “Is this Leonard?” my wife would ask. “Yes.” “Is this my Leonard?” “Uh, no.” —Glenn Dixon