We are talking about Mr. Rogers over on Facebook. My theory is that he was a robot invented by evil scientists in a secret subterranean compound over at the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. They were bent on teaching children to be well adjusted adults who could roll with the punches so-to-speak, such as their parents getting divorced.
I present Exhibit A, note how little he changes over the years except for the clever addition of some grey highlights...
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Fred Rogers had TV experience before he became an ordained minster. It was suggested he not be an ordinary pastor but should devote himself to television. He became the best agent speaking to children the divine has had in recent millenia. Since we are all to approach our God as children I can attest to being touched often by his words.
Wrong category, but I will not complain. I will pray that the powers that be do not trump the powers that be.
Any comment I have on your comment would get me banned.
Paul in PA
In the small world category
I dated a charming lady for a couple of years who was a close friend of a woman who was a close friend of Fred Rogers. In fact, she may have been 'his neighbor' when she was young. On one occasion he was a dinner guest in the home of my dear friend. This would have been in the late 1980's.
Quoting David Karoly:
> We are talking about Mr. Rogers over on Facebook.
and now quoting Holy Cow from several days ago:
>Being popular on Facebook is like sitting at the cool table in the cafeteria of a mental hospital.
Just stating the facts, carry on...:-D
My 14-year-old granddaughter commenting on Facebook a couple of days ago:
"Pffff. Who does Facebook anymore?"
Mr. Rogers had a house on Nantucket in the 70's. Probably still there, but I don't know.
His kids were spoiled hellions who had the typical entitled attitudes and actions of the demon-spawn of the unnecessarily and excessively rich.
A family who was friendly with mine back in the 70's were walking along the pier. The older son was pushing the younger towards the water. After several verbal attempts to curtail these shenanigans, the father spanked the older son. Mr. Rogers witnessed this and attempted to berate the father. The father was a loud man who knew about many of the skeletons in the Roger's collective closet and stood his ground.
> Quoting David Karoly:
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> > We are talking about Mr. Rogers over on Facebook.
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> and now quoting Holy Cow from several days ago:
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> >Being popular on Facebook is like sitting at the cool table in the cafeteria of a mental hospital.
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> Just stating the facts, carry on...:-D
You have just described me to a "T". I choose my friends over there, while this is an amalgam of "professionals" in the same field and not always friendly... Every part of life is a crapshoot.
Mr. Rogers was originally from Latrobe, PA (or maybe Ligonier can't remember). Either way, both towns are only about 10 miles apart and about 20 miles from where I grew up. I did see an email a while back about how he was an Army Ranger or something in World War II.
So Mr. Rogers is the man from Nantucket then.
As in "There once was a man from Nantucket" plus four more lines of prose.
In the small world category
> On one occasion he was a dinner guest in the home of my dear friend. This would have been in the late 1980's.
I guess the lady you dated was a vegetarian like you and Mr. Rogers.
