I miss you, Norm MacDonald. I’m happy I saw you twice in person, both in 2019 weirdly enough – thank you, God, for the inspiration to say, “Do it. Buy a plane ticket. Fly to Vegas. See Norm.” You were magnificent in your grace on stage, both in a theater in Chicago and at dimly-lit nightclub in an off-strip Vegas casino.
I never knew you. I never will. I think celebrity worship is silly, as if the mere fact someone is famous would somehow imbue them with extra genius and insight. But your death still hurts because I miss your work, your wit, your humor, and that little mischievous smirk that would break into an eventual grin when you saw someone finally got the joke.
I hope I’ll get to have a chat with you in the next life and I thank you for everything you gave me in this one.
RIP.
