I grew up with Mr Rogers. Not only was I at just the right age when Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood was at the height of its fame, before the rise of all of the cable kids’ shows, but I also grew up in Pittsburgh, home of the great Fred R. Just like salad with fries, Iron City beer and chipped ham, Mr Rogers is an institution.
My kids don’t know Mr Rogers, which is a pity. But there are plenty of shows — I’m lookin’ at you Johnny and the Sprites — that trade on what Mr R developed.
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