A couple of days later, there we were in the store -- me and Ron. I forced a smile not daring to say what I was thinking -- WHAT THE HECK AND I DOING IN THIS PLACE?
But Ronnie made it nice and easy. In a matter of minutes, I was feeling like his very square older brother getting a kind introduction to the real fashion world.
In minutes I loosened up enough to say, "Ron, this is not what it was like when I got my Bar Mitzvah suit."
He laughed and then lined up my outfit: first a dazzling pair of brown boots, stylish blue jeans, a snazzy -- dare I say sexy -- white shirt and, by far best of all -- a brown leather jacket that fit me, like a T, as in terrific.
Taken all together -- me all dressed up -- I now figured I now not only dressed like Ron Duguay -- I felt like Doogie.
The MSG deal, of course, was to make a feature out of it. A cameraman followed us around the store and then came the coup of all coups, we went out on the street like to hip men about town.
What's my point? Ron Duguay being the very king of hip, could have made me feel -- kind of out of it. But, no that was not the way he was.
Matter of fact it was one of the best days of my youth and only because Sir Ron was such a good, down-to-earth guy.
"You look very handsome, Stan," he said as we posed outside the swank clothes joint. "I dare say, VERY HANDSOME."
I spent lots of time with Ron on the hockey team; endless times but this episode was a true one and only.
Thanks, pal, I'll always remember -- and love you -- for this.
(And just between us -- and only us -- I did have one regret.; Nobody asked me for an autograph!)
R.I.P. Dear buddy.