I miss Mr. Rogers

[Munkay]

The folks over at mentalfloss.com wrote an article about Mr. Rogers. They give a good list of reasons why he was such an incredible person while he was alive. I found it interesting to learn things I never knew, like the fact that he wrote all of the songs for the show. It's a quick read, and I think it's worth a thread.

I have many fond memories of that trolly, the sweaters, and the mailman. And I remember my uncle telling me about running into Mr. Rogers at a grocery store. He said he was exactly like he was on television, and one of the kindest most genuine people he's ever met.

So here's a cheers to Mr. Rogers, a man many of us surely loved.

Cheers,

Munk

[Mithrandir]

He wore long sweaters all the time because he had so many tats from being in the Marine Corps.

[Archon_Wing]

RofL@ the car bit.

"Oh dear, we stole Mr. Roger's car!"

[Munkay]

He wore long sweaters all the time because he had so many tats from being in the Marine Corps.

That's true. He had a tat for every man he killed. Anytime anyone answered 'no' to won't you be my neighbor... it was lights out.

Cheers,

Munk

[Rhydderch Hael]

Trolley and the whole "Kingdom of Make-Believe" thing messed with my mind when I was a kid. It was a crash-course in grasping the concept of parallel realities for me, a subject that I've had "issues" with ever since then.

One of my earliest childhood paranoias was the fear that, every time I turned a corner around a building, I was actually entering an alternate reality that merely looked like home, and the only way to get back was to make sure I turned the corner in the opposite direction some time soon.

Turning corners = Trolley running along that curving track. See the connection?

If I successfully invent a transdimensional-warp cataract projector, I'll have to dedicate it to Fred Rogers— right before the first wave of bloodthirsty demons break into the physical plane.

[DeeBye]

Trolley and the whole "Kingdom of Make-Believe" thing messed with my mind when I was a kid.

I always heard it as "Kingdom of Maple Leaf", which for me meant Canada. It looked nothing like where I lived :angry:

[Munkay]

I always heard it as "Kingdom of Maple Leaf", which for me meant Canada. It looked nothing like where I lived :angry:

Canada? I worked in the Kingdom of Make-believe; I knew the people of Make-Believe. Canada, you're no kingdom of Make-Believe.

:P

[Munkay]

One of my earliest childhood paranoias was the fear that, every time I turned a corner around a building, I was actually entering an alternate reality that merely looked like home, and the only way to get back was to make sure I turned the corner in the opposite direction some time soon.

I don't think I could handle something like that as a kid. Heck, the only dillusions I had to deal with was from playing outside too much. I had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would realize my incredible skills at all things related to sports (most notably Soccer, which I was indeed terrible at, and never played on a team), and wisk me away to play at a professional level.

It's definitely not the same thing. But I thought I'd throw in my two cents.

Cheers,

Munk

[Nystul]

I had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would realize my incredible skills at all things related to sports (most notably Soccer, which I was indeed terrible at, and never played on a team), and wisk me away to play at a professional level.

And I always had this odd feeling that any car that drove by would get hit by my golf balls. Although, that wasn't really delusional, as many of those balls did end up on the street or in the cornfield beyond. I really miss that big yard...

I don't miss mowing it so much though. Especially when you have to be on the lookout for buried golf balls.