Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Leaving for Las Vegas for book signings dredges up a slew of past memories. The first time I traveled to Las Vegas was with my parents and my brother Jeff. We went for a short trip and I remember walking through the shopping area of the MGM Grand and thinking, "I am going to work at this hotel some day."
Not too many months later I was booked into Catch a Rising Star there for the first time. Thanks to comedian Larry Miller who made a call to his agent and told him flat out, if Norma Zager doesn't belong in Las Vegas, none of us do.
t I arrived at the MGM at night and the next morning I put on my Reeboks and decided to check out the Strip. As I left the hotel, I looked up and saw the Marques I hadn't noticed the night before.
Dean Martin and the Golddiggers was prominently displayed and below that read Great Comedy with my name and the two other comedians I was working with that week.
I was so overcome with shock that my name was right up there on the Las Vegas Strip with Dean Martin, an actual member of the Rat Pack. I stopped in my tracks and began to cry.
It was one of those moments you are certain will pass before your eyes when you die. People who passed and saw me standing on the street weeping must have assumed I lost all my money in the casino. But in truth I had gained a valuable revelation that I still embrace, even when difficult times engulf me: Dreams Really Do Come True.
Have a great day everyone.