Oh, man. Mr. Rogers was such a large part of my childhood, I nearly cried this morning when I heard the news of his death. As a kid, I watched Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood every day with my grandparents. Tito (meaning “uncle”) Rogers, we called him. He was part of the family. What a smart and thoughtful show. He celebrated curiosity, creativity, and expression; never condescended, but rather challenged children to explore their imagination and feelings, and the world around them with a sense of wonder; and basically said, all of us are wonderful, unique people.
Music for peace. I’m off to New York City tomorrow for the Tibet House benefit concert. Bon week-end, mes amis.