It’s 1979. I’m 18 years old. Leif Garrett is in town for a live concert.

It’s 1979. I’m 18 years old. Leif Garrett is in town for a live concert. The neighborhood girls went and didn’t invite me. My dad, who is a police officer comes home from work and asks me why I am crying. I told him what happened and he told me to go get ready and HE will take me. We get there and he takes me back stage. We are waiting outside at the stage door and the girls who did not invite me go walking by and see me. The look on their faces is priceless. I got to meet him! Oh yes I did. I will never forget this night for the rest of my life.