tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127538.post387531399285271524..comments2008-03-20T14:53:24.185-04:00Christianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188139229557542761noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127538.post-71219022809265916142008-03-20T14:53:00.000-04:002008-03-20T14:53:00.000-04:00

When we moved to Berkeley (you were 3), we lived next door to Mr. & Mrs. Rogers. At first you thought it was going to be the REAL Mr. Rogers and were more than a little disappointed to learn otherwise, although they too were very kind, and gave you ice cream.<BR/><BR/>Nice to think of Mr. Real Rogers...

pjsmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919420875871894073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127538.post-16035355834505909892008-03-20T14:33:00.000-04:002008-03-20T14:33:00.000-04:00

That's awesome, thanks for posting it. This:<BR/><BR/>"Years and years of punk image and attitude cultivation...melted directly away for both me and my friend.<BR/><BR/>We forgot we were punks. We were, at that magical moment, 6 again."<BR/><BR/>Is exactly what I feel. I'm old, cynical and jaded about an awful lot of things in the world, but thinking about Mr. Rogers turns me back into a kid

Christianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15188139229557542761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5127538.post-86726859501141026262008-03-20T13:07:00.000-04:002008-03-20T13:07:00.000-04:00

This is from an email that a friend of mine wrote when Mr. Rogers died. It's a beautiful homage to Mr. Rogers, and I know my friend is sincere in all of the sentiments:<BR/><BR/> As you may or may not know, Mr. Rogers is a proud and lifelong Pgh resident. He actually attended seminary with a very good friend/mentor of mine, and while I was working for that mentor helping him write his latest

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