Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
Hot Dips

Man, more about Mr. Rogers, I can't help it, and I don't care.

I liked the way his grown-up friends called him "Fred". I don't remember why exactly, I just liked that, as a kid. But his kid friends called him Mr. Rogers. I loved it when he left his house, to go to the music guy's house, or someplace else. I love that everyone knows how crayons are made, and he's why. I used to love it when he went on his back porch, where he had a sand box. OOH or down in his basement, I remember he traced around his kid friends on butcher's paper. Or when he did stuff in his kitchen, I liked the way stuff sounded in there. And how about that traffic light? When you first saw a traffic light for sale somewhere, at some antique store or something, you WANTED it, didn't you? But man are those fuckers expensive.

And there were two main ways to get to the land of Make-Believe, right? One was when he made the trolley go, that was the usual way, but wasn't there another way? I can't remember.

And the jazz! That jazz was hot. And the little model town! And I liked the way he admitted that he did the puppets, and the voices. I remember he brought them all into his living room one time, in suitcases. Because we were kids, but we weren't stupid. He treated us with respect, and he never talked down to us.

That's all I got. I have a lot of work to do. Seeya.
Tags: mr. rogers, rip

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