Shows I was watching in the seventies is my theme for the A-Z challenge this April.
The thrill of seeing that jukebox pictured, then the record...it's coming! Get ready for today's earworm!
Arthur Fonzarelli. The Fonz. Jukebox starting, motorcycle repairing, shark jumping Fonzie. For thirty minutes each week he was my elementary school aged focus in life. Oh sure, I had love for Potsie as well, just to solidify an early indicator to a future of my being often conflicted. Don't get me wrong, I loved Howard, Marion and Joanie too, but they were family, and therefore perhaps taken for granted. I did respect Joanie though, and never considered trying to steal Chachi from her. (I did not respect her enough to appreciate Joanie Loves Chachi though.)
It seems like I am forgetting someone. Not Chuck Cunningham. Not Arnold or Al. Definitely not Ralph Malph. Not LoriBeth. Wait, Richie...Richie Cunningham. Looking back, was he like the moral compass of the show? At age eight, I was all about the Fonz, but now? Richie's plaid shirt, cuffed jeans and that smile. Let that keep you rockin' and rollin' all week long!