Happy Daze
Growing up in the late 70’s, there was nobody cooler than Arthur Fonzarelli. The leather jacket. The comb. The juke box. The comb. Every young boy wanted to be The Fonz. Every young girl wanted to do something with The Fonz. They just didn’t know what. A couple of years ago I got a chance to meet Arthur. The real Arthur, Henry Winkler. It was a a brief meeting, make that a VERY brief meeting. But I shook the right hand of THE FONZ. Aaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyy! My two older kids, then probably 10 and 8, were with me, but as hard as I tried to explain, they couldn’t help but think… …why is my dad so excited about seeing that gray haired old Jewish guy? What can I say, he’s the Fonz. Unfortunately my Happy Days trivia knowledge has disappeared like Richie’s older brother, but I can still remember some episodes like they were thirty years ago. Richie and Potsie going to the stag party. Richie and the Fonz double dating with Laverne and Shirley. Fonzie jumping garbage...