Read an excellent post at The A.V. Club about Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood to start the day. Fred Rogers is a wise, serene presence. A role model in many ways. I don’t know if it’s a state possible (or worth) maintaining at all times. As humans we are wired for conflict and strife with our large adrenal glands. But Rogers’ demeanor is worth recalling when needing a model for calm.
The Lady Elaine puppet scared me as a kid. There. Got it out. Shaking it off my arms now. Better.
The A.V. Club article linked to a segment where Rogers chatted with Jeff, a child in a wheelchair who explains his medical condition, challenges, that he gets frustrated like other kids, and they sing together.
When Rogers was inducted to the T.V. Hall of Fame, a grown-up Jeff was there to present the award. Rogers is surprised and genuinely moved. Then he commands the room of hardened showbiz professionals, telling them to do better (the Presbyterian minister in him comes out). It’s quite a spectacle.
I believe human beings need coarse spectacles and entertainments and catharsis of a nature Rogers may not like. But his points are food for thought.
Switching from outdoor loafers to indoor sneakers, then back again when heading out, is still a trip.
