The Fonz

Dear Diary:

In the early 2000s, I lived on the Upper East and worked in Midtown. I would walk to work and then back home to save money and get some exercise at the same time.

One night, crossing Park Avenue in the 60s on my way home, I noticed a crowd gathered around a man I recognized as Henry Winkler.

Despite a strong urge not to, I put two thumbs up and gave him an “Ayyy!”

He gave me his best “leave me alone” look. I felt terrible. True New Yorkers don’t acknowledge celebrities.

The next day, I mentioned what had happened to a co-worker and wondered whether it really was Henry Winkler. My co-worker had read in the paper that day that he was in New York to star in a Broadway show and that it must have been him.