I was listening to NPR and this piece was going off about Mr. Rogers, a Jazz CD with the music of the “Neighborhood” is being released (other than the opening theme and the trolly jingle I am drawing a blank). But man I was thinking back to the good old days of Fred Rogers, the corniest cat in the world. Before IUD’s, Dubya, and The Flavor of Love (which is the devil but I can’t look away).
The world wasn’t nowhere as bad back then, the worst thing I had to worry about was a bringing home a bad grade. Or getting 2 bags of marbles for Christmas. Did anyone else ever change from one pair of shoes to another when they come into the house? What was that about?
Don’t forget the changing from a jacket to a sweater! Back in the day when all I wanted was one glittered glove and I thought I could pop lock while rollerskating to “Planet Rock”.
Wow Mr. Rogers… I wanted to be his neighbor. I also wanted the woman to call my name while she looked into her magic mirror. She never saw a Wendy though.It’s a pretty common name. (You may have opened a can here). I think I’m still harboring some ill feelings over that.
Damn, I had to change shoes when I came in. My mom felt that the dirt outside, was not the same as the dirt on her floor. What can I say?