My first crush was Fonzie on Happy Days. I was five, and he was the coolest. It was one of my favorite shows, right up until it was cancelled in 1984, long after it had literally jumped the shark. (For those of you who’ve been living under a rock, Happy Days introduced the phrase “jump the shark” for a TV show that had kind of outlived itself when they had an episode where Fonzie waterskiied over a shark tank. I think that was one of the episodes set in Hollywood.)
My child’s heart, and my adult heart for that matter, mourns the death of Happy Days creator Garry Marshall. His vision of the world may have been hopelessly anachronistic and unrealistic. (No, millionaires do not fall in love with and marry the hookers they solicit.) But it was a sweet, good-hearted vision. He liked to portray the fairy tale happy ending. While my version of the fairy tale might be a little different, I think the world needs a few more happy endings. Thanks for all the happy days, Garry.