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...and the world grows...somewhat dimmer.

We're lessened by your passing, Fred Rogers.

(If you manage to finish the Esquire article behind the link above without getting at least a little bit teary, I don't want to know about it.)
  • [sniff]
    damnit, I should know that if it made *you* teary, I shouldn't read it at work.

  • Another truly gentle, truly caring soul departs us. I hope it's a beautiful day in your new neighborhood, Mr. Rogers.
  • He was my neighbor. He was everyone's neighbor. Hell, I was closer to him than I am to my real neighbors.


  • I worked for three years at a public television station while I was in college. I tended to work the night shift because it was easier for me and, since I only had to work three or four days a week, it didn't really interfere with what passed for my social life. I watched a lot of Bill Nye and Nova and the like.

    On occasion, though, I had to work mornings and I found that I couldn't really get into the shows because they were for really young kids (Teletubbies) and even the shows I grew up with, like Sesame Street, were so different that I couldn't even get a hit of nostalgia from them.

    But Mister Rogers Neighborhood was exactly the same. The famous people who visited were different (Mean Joe Green was on when I was a kid, so was Lou Ferrigno) and the people were older, but... it was just the same and I could still, in my early twenties, watch the show with wonder and appreciation.

    I just realized how much this hurts. Thanks for the article. I'll post a link to it in my journal tonight.
  • *sigh*

    Just so.

    -- Lorrie
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