Ok . . so about tonight. Backstory feels important right now. So we’re celebrating my nephew’s, Jonah’s, Birthday (Happy Birthday Buddy! Love You!) at Billy Beez. My sister, Patty, (see photo, bottom right corner) sprains her ankle on a kiddie slide (in her defense, they had no type of glide to them, not in her defense, like who does that?!), I digress. We go about our day having fun, going to dinner afterwards and as we’re walking, limping in Patty’s case, back to the car, someone is kind enough to ask her, “are you okay?”. Patty takes one look and continues the conversation knowing it’s the #SNLAlumni #StandUpComedian #ComedicActor Tracy M'fn Morgan (excuse my abbreviated french). And knowing her, her mind is frantic trying to find a way to get my attention since I was almost out the door. Sure enough, my name is called and of course I thought, “what is it this time?!”. I’m walking back and I see her speaking to a gentleman, his back towards me and as I’m getting closer I hear his recognizable voice, my eyes popped further and my mouth dropped with a smile. I couldn’t believe it. Standing in front of me was a man who not only made me laugh constantly with his comedy but survived one of the worst accidents. Thankfully, I was focused enough to say, “Don’t JUST call ME! Anthony! Anthony! Come here!” I’m waving my brother down and in his voice, because it was him, Tracy Morgan repeated what I said, “Anthony! Come here!” 😂
