NORMAN — I’ve seen a lot in my almost 40 years. And, being a journalist, I feel like I’ve seen more than the average bear.
Once I had the chance, through my journalism connections, to not only get a front row seat to a very off Broadway production of “The Goodbye Girl” but to also meet one of my girlhood crushes, Eddie Mekka.
For years, I was jealous of Shirley Feeney on “Laverne & Shirley” because not only did she have the best roommate ever, she also had the best boyfriend ever, Carmine “The Big Ragu” Ragusa.
I was in my mid 20s when I got to meet Mekka, who, FYI, still doesn’t mind being called “The Big Ragu.” Mekka was in town for the lead role in “The Goodbye Girl” and was not only gracious enough to meet with me backstage after his performance but also let me take a photo with him. It was one of the best days of my life.
Besides a brush with a D-list celebrity, I’ve also seen beautiful moments in humanity. I’ve seen people at their very best. I’ve seen people who have nothing give everything. I’ve also witnessed far too many tragedies.
But nothing prepared me for seeing my 74-year-old dad bust some major moves on the dance floor last weekend at a family wedding. It was so surreal, I had to ask about 10 people if it really happened. They all were just as shocked as I was but indicated that it had indeed happened and it was pretty amazing.
There was nothing unusual leading up to the events.
There were no red flags or conversations in the four-hour car ride to the wedding that later that evening my dad was going to dance his heart out.