I turned on news radio this morning and the first thing I heard was late actor Dustin Diamond would have been forty six today.
I was looking to hear about the weather or the Speaker of the House fiasco or if the Pacers won last night and instead… it’s Screech’s birthday.
That whole “Saved by the Bell” phenomenon was never my cup of tea. I knew the show had some young hotties on it and I knew Screech.
We even had a Screech on the trading floor…. Poor bastard. I accepted my Chicago Board of Trade nickname. I grew into the legend that everyone knows as Jumbo. This poor kid shivered and shrieked every time someone called him Screech. He was probably happy when the floor closed and he could go back to his real name. I wonder what his name was?
Back to poor Dustin Neil Diamond. Another child actor that crumbled in adult life. I didn’t even know he died. I thought he was in jail.
I wonder if the pressure of being Screech was too much? His life got so big at an early age. Did he ever learn who Dustin even was? Did he learn how to be compassionate for Dustin or did being Screech destroy him?
Why in the hell is Jumbo talking about Screech on a Saturday morning Chalkboard?
Because Screech died incomplete! Dustin “Screech” Diamond probably never learned to love himself….
….like Don Shepley always said, “If you can’t love yourself, you’ll never be able to love anyone else.”
Oh and the Pacers won last night, Congress found weak leadership and we might get a glimpse at some sun today!
