Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
I DON’T KNOW, CAN YOU COME INTO THE CLUBHOUSE?
WHILE YOU CERTAINLY SEEM CAPABLE OF ENTERING, YOU MAY NOT BECAUSE WE DON’T ALLOW THAT KIND OF GRAMMAR IN HERE.
AS YOU CAN SEE, YOU’RE INTERRUPTING AN IMPORTANT MEETING. PLEASE GO DANGLE YOUR PARTICIPLES AND MUDDLE YOUR PRONOUN REFERENTS ELSEWHERE.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
He was always, always thinking about children, letting them know it’s okay to be sad or scared or mad and how to deal with it, letting them know there’s at least one person in the world who loves them just the way they are and no matter who you were, no matter why you crossed his path, he wanted to know about your life and understand you and be your friend.
True story: one time he received a letter from a blind girl who mentioned that she gets nervous sometimes that he’d forget to feed the fish. From that moment on, he made some comment outloud about how he was feeding the fish so she and any other blind viewers would know that he hadn’t forgotten.
Mr. Rogers was red-green color blind, swam every morning, was a vegetarian, neither smoked nor drank and all of his sweaters were knitted by his mother.
Fred Rogers (March 20, 1928 – February 27, 2003)