Back to my roots...

Back to my roots...

I came home for lunch today, and thought I would turn on the boob tube for a few, while I scarfed down my vittles. Nothing was on, so I flipped to channel 28 - PBS. Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was just beginning...you know, the fake town, he walks in with his song and puts on his sweater and tennis shoes...so I decided to watch it and return momentarily to my childhood days. Reminiscing as a child with the wonderful, almost saintly Mr. Rogers was going fine until he uttered the words: "I've got a different kind of instrument for blowing in the kitchen"...choking on my piece of chicken, I suddenly realized that I'll never be an innocent child again. I just wanted to say thank you, Mr. Rogers (may you rest in peace), for legitimately keeping the innocence alive in the children. I think it's important that they realize a grown man can say those words without batting an eyelash. *sigh* If only it weren't too late for me.