Mr. Rogers

In my twenties, I co-owned a television store. We sold Zeniths and Quasars, consoles and portables, black and whites and the very latest in Color Television. On the banks of the St. Lawrence River, far from the city, there was only one TV channel. Every weekday at 4 o’clock Mr. Rogers was on every TV in the store. I was young and full of beans and Mr. Rogers drove me crazy! Still, slowly, over time, surrounded by all those televisions, I hummed along with “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?” I followed the doings in the “Neighborhood of Make-Believe.” When my own sons were growing up, we had only one television, but I appreciated Mr. Rogers all the more.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh