Every Tuesday night, the world would stop as I sat myself in front of the television at 8:00 p.m. to watch my favorite sitcom, “Happy Days.” In the beginning, I had a crush on Ron Howard’s character, Richie Cunningham.
I know…I’m dating myself, telling you this story.
But then…You need to know my motivation for reading Henry’s story, right?
Back to Tuesday nights…
I was like any swooning girl, when Henry Winkler’s Fonzie entered the screen. How could we not resist, the super-cool, loyal guy wearing the infamous leather jacket? (Now part of the Smithsonian Museum collection in Washington, D.C.)
Besides…When the Fonz spoke, people listened.
So…As a fan-girl, I watched the evolution of Henry Winkler as he moved beyond “Happy Days.”
At first…All I could see was the Fonz…
But…Eventually, he came into his own as he developed new stage presences with the characters he would create. One being the Dad in the hit television show, “Royal Pains.”
Did you ever see that show?
If not…I highly recommend it. Perhaps your local library might have it available.
It was… A delightful, humorous, comedy-drama that was brilliantly acted and written.
There are other shows and movies to his extensive resume, but “Happy Days” and “Royal Pains” resonated with me the most.
And so… When his memoir came out, I was interested. Could I see beyond the screen persona, or the tabloid articles?
I believe in factual evidence.
And…The fact that he was writing his story, I was ready to read it.
To be honest, I did not expect this.
First…I was greeted with a short book. So far, every memoir or biography I have read recently on any actor/celebrity has been huge…(translated: so many pages.) This one is less than 250 pages!
Second…I read an honest, gripping story which could have made anyone sad (especially reading about his childhood)…
But…Instead, he told it with humor, and grace and a quickness that sometimes I found myself holding my breath.
Because…He breezed through chapters in his life quickly and matter-of-factly, while not holding back, or dwelling on any one subject, either. I found myself, although spinning with details of his life, I couldn’t help but feel grateful he wasn’t wasting pages with minutia.
In fact…He got right to the point.
He knew he wanted to be an actor since he was a child. Early on in his story, he shared something that I could relate to, because of my own life experience.
When I was younger, my mother was concerned that because I was too shy, I wasn’t making friends. She wanted to find a way for me to come out of my shell.
So…In speaking with a counselor, they determined that I should take an acting class in my first year in high school. At first, I was terrified of being in front of so many people, but, when I was on stage, something magical happened to me.
And…I believe Henry described it best…
“When I was on a stage, playing someone else, I was transported to another world, one where pretending made you successful. What I was miserable at was being myself.”
I know that person he is describing…that was me, too!
And thus…A kinship was developed. I continued to read his story with interest.
About…The quiet unassuming guy with no confidence in his abilities beyond his comedic talent as “the Fonz.”
Of course…It doesn’t help when everyone (including this reader) only sees him as “the Fonz.”
Can he break out of his popular stereotype and evolve as an actor…
Or…Better yet, be accepted in differing roles?
Through his self-consciousness, as readers, we come to know the real Henry Winkler.
And…We are treated to a raw, honest and thoughtful portrayal of life in his lane.
Which…Led me to love him even more.