“Mr. Rogers and Me”

When I turned 30, my mother gave me a card; one of those fancy cards with buttons to press.  And it was Mister Rogers on the front, four little buttons at the bottom, telling me that I'm "...growing just right," and that I'm "... just the way you're supposed to be."

That card is framed (without the glass front) on a chest in the corner of my living room next to a collection of my grandmother's knitting needles, an owl statue (nicknamed "Bubo"), and a puzzle game.

So, it was quite lovely to find this homage to the late, great, pioneer of public radio floating about in the flotsam and jetsam of the interwebs.  Click here, for a lovely recollecting of Fred Rogers.