Not to say that this is my favorite memory... Jerry gave me sooooo many memories so freely.... but in it's own special little way, it does stand out..
One day, maybe in the Summer of 90, my sister was visiting from Iowa w/ her son who was about five, maybe six. I thought I'd take them to tour the City and we started in GG Park. We were just strolling through the park, and rounded a bend leading to the Caorusel. I thought it would be nice to take my nephew on a ride. There wasn't any line, so I purchased two tickets, a postcard, and we climbed on the antique painted ponies while my sister decided to wait it out. After more than a few circles I remember thinking to myself, "wow, I thought it was going to be a short ride-- they sure do give you more than your money worth on this ride" After a few more circles I started to get a bit bored, and began to look around.
Just then, I saw Jerry w/ his youngest daughter who must have been about five or so, patiently waiting in line holding hands. They were alone. I remember being so excited that I wanted to leap off the ride. Anyhow, the ride continued and we circled for what seemed like an eternity. As the pace slowed and came to a stop, they were still standing there alone in line. Even now, I can't remember ever being so excited in my adult life--
I was so nervous and excited, but just walked up to him tryin' to play it as cool as possible and introduced myself. Bruce Hornsby was a semi regular on stage, so I asked him if Bruce was in his band. He chuckled in a friendly way and said, "It's not really MY band, but he sure is acting like it". He asked me my name, and even autographed my postcard.
In realtime it was quite a short meeting, but I was aware enough to realize that we were no longer alone, and people were starting to notice him... I wanted to ask him to take a picture with us, but refrained, as this was hardly a publicity event. After all, he was just out to enjoy the day with his daughter.
I like to remember Jerry this way, as a regular guy, just like all of us... Yes, we all have our demons, some call them skeletons, but I wasn't loaded that morning and neither was he...
We were just two regular guys in the Park, trying to enjoy a beautiul Summer day with our families....