It is a strange feeling when figures from your childhood pass away. You can become nostalgic for your past, while also feeling time and your own age more on the shoulders.
I remember when Charles M. Schultz and Mr. Rogers passed away. I could have sworn I knew them and I had just lost two dear relatives. That is silly, of course; I didn’t know them. After reading books on both later on, I’m sure I would have been disappointed in meeting Schultz (he is not Snoopy in person, and did not listen to jazz at his house no matter how cool the soundtrack for the cartoons were), while Mr. Rogers would have been just like he is on TV. Why? Because he was just plain awesome like that.
This week we lost two other individuals that had an impact on my own young years. (more…)
The Stories of Scott D. Southard 