Yeah but I wanna know where he is coming from at the end of each day, he shows up at his house wearing a tie, dress shoes etc…I’m thinking he is somesort of mega-player on wall street who fires people just for the hell of it over a profit margin.
Screw this guy, it was the Captain who taught me to tie my shoes. Bunny holes and such.
Yeah, Captain Kangaroo and the Friendly Giant worked for me… Mister Rogers and Mister Dressup seemed suspicious to me as a child. Even when I was six, I knew the “Tickle Trunk” sounded like bad news.
As an adult though, Mr. Rogers has grown on me. I remember reading an interview in the Toronto Globe & Mail in which he said that he smoked pot with his kids. (Who were, I imagine, in their twenties or thirties…) Makes me wonder-- was he baked most of the time, or what? He’d almost have to be, to keep it up all those years, wouldn’t he?
At least he didn’t go down like Bozo the Clown, with all the booze & blow.
“Oh wow, man.” (long inhale) “I’m gonna get my sneakers, man.”
No. no. no.
oh, oh! Dibs on Trolley!
(I was in my 30’s before I realized Mr.Rogers pushed a little button to make Trolley come out.)
No need to fight over it . . . there’s plenty for everyone here.
We have one of the full-sized wooden replica trolleys. For a couple of years, it was one of my son’s favorite things in the world (he dressed as Fred Rogers for Halloween when he was three, and carried the trolley with him).