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“An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ”

January 29, 2017

Snow flurries just passing through are predicted then a rise in temperature to 44˚. That’s a wild weather day. Is it winter? Not this month it hasn’t been, but chills are on the way. Daytime will be in the 30’s starting tomorrow and nights will be even colder.

My first watch had Cinderella on its face. I was seven years old, and it was a First Communion present from my aunt who had taught me to tell time. When I turned 50, my mother gave me a beautiful watch with silver decorations around its face. That watch I still have.

I grew up in the days of analog, not digital time. Back then learning to tell time meant understanding things like quarter past the hour, half past and quarter to. Now it is simply 8:15, 8:30 or 8:45.

We had rabbit ears. I remember it was brown and had a dial with two choices on the front. That rabbit earred antenna sat on the wide top of our wooden TV console. Sometimes my dad wrapped aluminum foil around the ears to get us a better picture. Mostly he was trying to get rid of snow. He’d move one ear then the other then the whole antenna. He was never patient.

When we moved to the cape, we had to have an antenna on the roof or you could only get one channel, Channel 6. I remember coming home from school, turning on the TV and watching The Lloyd Thaxton Show on that channel. It was a sort of Bandstand show only it was more. There wasn’t just dancing or rating records or singers lip-syncing to their hit records. Sometimes they’d be skits and a bit of comedy. I remember Lloyd. He always wore a suit, the wardrobe of the day for men. His ties were skinny ties.

When I was a kid, TV was still wondrous. I watched it every afternoon and loved Saturday mornings with the cartoons and kid shows like Andy’s Gang, Kit Carson and Kukla, Fran and Ollie. I was a Hopalong fan, and I loved The Cisco Kid. “Cisco, wait for me,” was his sidekick Pancho’s line in the opening. For some reason that has always stuck with me. It is one of those close my eyes and see it all sort of things.

Gracie and I didn’t have a great night. She didn’t feel good, and I slept intermittently because I was worried. I kept checking to hear if was breathing. I fed her some spider plant fronds, and she felt better for it. Now she is just fine and sleeping on the couch; however, I am exhausted. I see a nap coming.

“As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.”

October 15, 2011

This morning is fall in all its glory. The sky is a bright blue and the sun is shining. The air has a bit of a chill, and it’s sweatshirt weather. It is the loveliest of days.

Where have all the heroes gone? When I was a kid, they were easy to identify. Every Saturday morning I watched the Lone Ranger, Hopalong, Gene Autry, Will Bill Hickock and Roy Rogers. The bad guys never had a chance. All those cowboys had codes of behavior which didn’t seem silly or naive. None of us scoffed at the Lone Ranger when he said that all men are created equal and that everyone has within himself the power to make this a better world. At the end of every show there was a moral, and doing the right thing was the gist of it. Hopalong made honesty a badge of honor. Gene Autry never took advantage of anyone, even his enemy. Wild Bill reminded us to study hard. The code of the west was you always kept a promise, and I still always do. I won’t make a promise unless I know I can keep it. It is my word, my honor. I learned that when I was very young, and I learned it from television.

I am an optimist. I try to believe in the best of people even though that belief has been tested and strained time and time again, but I can’t give it up. I have to believe that people will do what’s right. I guess I’m still naive, but I prefer it to being pessimistic and hardened.

Some of my friends look at the world with a jaundiced eye. I feel sorry for them and for their loss. Hope is what gets me up in the morning. I hope it will be a good day; I hope that I might have a laugh or two, see a marvel or be dazzled by the night sky. I hope the world will be a better place than it was the day before. If that’s naive, please let me stay that way.