Marty Allen Returns
March 15, 2006—Late yesterday afternoon, it happened. I was, finally, able to rectify my past missed opportunity! Marty Allen revisited! This time, I managed to Drop The Delicious Darin Name!
How did I do it?
Picture a large checkpoint with nine lanes open all day long, any day of the week. Teams of TSA officers operate each of the lanes, constantly rotating and taking breaks. Now you can understand how remarkable a chance meeting is. To make this even more bizarre, I am a member of the relief team which means that we go where we are needed during the peak travel times. My five-member team could have been assigned to any of the eight checkpoints or baggage areas, but we were assigned to Mr. Allen's. It must be that Darin drive at work!
As I was verbally divesting two huge lines of passengers, I glanced to my left, and spotted the trademark logo—jet black, frizzy, out-of- control hair. Yes, the back of Marty Allen's head! I took one look and knew that it had to be him.
He was dressed in black. I came up behind him. He was placing his belongings in a gray bin.
I said, "Is this Marty Allen? We meet again!"
He turned around, gave me a huge smile and big hug! Ahead of him was Karon, his lovely, younger wife.
After he greeted me and reintroduced me to his wife, I mentioned that I had searched his web site, after our last encounter to see if there had been a connection to Bobby Darin. He told me that he knew Bobby.
"Bobby Darin was great. I knew him, but never worked with him. I worked with Frank. Bobby was a young Frank Sinatra. He was a nice guy."
He disappeared through the metal detector and I soon followed. He and Karon were heading on another cruise as part of the on board entertainment.
He said, "You can reach me at my web site www.martyallen.net."
Marty must be close to 85. He still has that trademark wide-eyed stare. Before he continued on to catch his flight I asked, "Marty, may I say one more thing? "
He looked at me and nodded, and I said, "Hello Dare!"
He replied back, "Hello Dare!"
Another hug. Lovely man. Incidentally, he was not trying to get rid of me by referring me to his web site again. No. I took it as a man proud of his site and that I would have a continued connection with him if I so desired.
It
is time for my Darin Devotions . . .
Continuing
to Drop the Delicious Darin name . . .
Without compromising passenger safety!
P.S. Wonder who will be next to pick up what I am DROPPING?
