For those of us lucky enough to be born at just the right time, we had the privilege of growing up with Mister Rogers.
I can still remember every nuance of his program, every quirk of his. The shoes, the fish, the trolley.
I remember wearing a light blue coat dress and white patent shoes and boarding a real trolley with my grandfather in Pittsburgh to see Mister Rogers speak. Our seats were very high up, and he looked so small sitting in a straight backed chair on an otherwise empty stage.
I remember the joy, again in Pittsburgh, again with my grandfather, as I flipped through the channels with my three-year-old son and landed on WQED. In a second my whole childhood came rushing back to me. I was excited, but also trepidatious. I was about to introduce my oldest friend to my only son. Would he understand why Fred Rogers was so special to me?
Last year we saw a Mister Rogers documentary; this year brings us a Hollywood movie. So many think pieces have been written about Fred lately. I stumbled on these two recently. I hope you get as much out of them as I did.