My favorite Rodney story is the time we went walking in Venice, and he didn't want to walk all the way to the crosswalk, so he just darted out into the middle of a very, very busy street. I said, "We're gonna get killed!" and he said, "No, we're not, kid, I'm a draw." Then, like Moses, he walked on and the traffic parted. People honked at first, but then they caught a glimpse of old Rodney, waving and smiling, and they started to honk and yell, "We love you, Rodney!" There isn't much that can stop traffic in Los Angeles at lunchtime. "OK, I love you too," he was yelling back.
October 12, 2004
Who'd A Thunk It?
The Los Angeles Times has a very nice eulogy for Rodney Dangerfield. It was written by...wait for it...Roseanne Barr. Surprisingly, though, it's a wonderful testimony to Rodney, and it's obviously full of love and the respect that he always claimed he never got. You have to sign up to get the story, but it's free to do so. So, do so. Here's a little bit to whet your appetite: