Ever hear the story about his bedroom? They say it's made to resemble a cave, complete with black plastic foam rocks jutting out of the walls. "It's right there through that door, if you want to look," Williams says, pointing. He walks into the room and turns on the ceiling light, revealing an unmade bed, a dresser, a floor lamp and a clutter of candles on tall iron stands.
But where are the ceramic bones piled in the corner? And the salted animal pelts that supposedly hang from the ceiling?
"Does this look like a cave to you?" Williams asks, seeming intent on hearing an honest answer. "Or does this look like a bedroom?"
"Well, it's as dark as a cave," comes the reply.
"O.K., then, there you go," Williams says, and he laughs a laugh big enough to rattle all of Detroit. "Brian Williams sleeps in a cave.
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