By,
Jeff Hoover, Segment Producer
Legendary actor and entertainer Mickey Rooney and his wife Jan are in town to promote his 89th birthday show at the Arcada Theater this Sunday afternoon at 4PM. Yes, 4PM. Who sees a show at 4? Nevermind. I know who you are. Bless you.
Mickey is always a memorable guest whether he is on camera or off. Today, he kept grabbing my arm tightly and whispering "Senior Family Fun Time." He tried to explain the idea to me, but all I could get out of it was that it involved wristbands, T-shirts and a cruise ship.
I first met Mickey Rooney back in the early 90's. (No, not the 1890's, smartypants.)
Ah, yes, I'll never forget meeting Mickey. I was a producer for The Jonathon Brandmeier Radio Showgram. I was asked to greet him at the elevator. The doors opened and out sprang a gnome-like creature in baggy pants, untucked shirt and wrinkled overcoat. It's eyes bugged out at me beckoning me to say something.
"Goodmorning, Mr. Rooney. We are very happ..."
Mickey interrupted me before I could finish my rehearsed welcome and said rather sharply, "No one calls me Mr. Rooney. Everybody calls me Mickey."
With that he threw his coat at me and began hustling his way to the door to the radio studio. I panicked thinking that he might barge in on Johnny. I yelled, "Mr. Rooney ! If you would come this way, I will..."
He stopped in his little tracks and did a slow burn turn around and said,
"Mickey! No one calls me Mr. Rooney."
Mikey, Mickey, Mickey I repeated to myself. That's strike two. One more slip up and Mickey is going for my jugular.
"Right this way, Mickey. Let me take you to the green room."
As we're walking down the hall, another radio producer from another show, walks by us and says, "Goodmorning, Mr. Rooney."
"Call me Mickey ! No one calls me Mr. Rooney!," barked Mickey as I tried not to laugh. I mean, this was kind of fun to me now. I mean, it's common courtesy and respectful to greet a legend properly, right?
As soon as he sits down on the green room couch, Carol, our executive producer walks in and says, "It is so nice to have you here, Mr. Rooney. Can we get you anything to eat or drink?"
I wince. I mean, I almost yelled "MICKEY!" This is gonna be good I thought.
Mickey got up from the couch and kindly shook her hand and said, "Thank you, dear. But I am fine right now."
Well, how about that? I guess some people do get to call him Mr. Rooney.
If you go to see Mickey's show, try your own luck calling him Mr. Rooney. Oh, and ask him to explain "Senior Family Fun Time." Then, let me know what happens.
