Saturday Morning Retrospections

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?asked John Lennon and out of his fantasies came a big yellow submarine and a magical mystery tour. Fantasy is used in every culture to teach life lessons.

I have to admit that I still watch cartoons which is why I like politics so much since most politicians are cartoon-like. Lloyd or anyone else who has shared a hotel room with me while on business trips knows that I switch between Fox News, CSPAN, and the Cartoon Network. I kept humming the old Paul Simon song, 59th Street Bridge Song to be exact the other day driving home from Louisville and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobble stones
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy”
And that evolved in my noggin’ into its mysterious sound alike from that Saturday morning show that included my favorite dragon that led me from boyhood to whatever hood I’m in today.
“H.R. Pufnstuf he’s your friend when things get rough
H.R. Pufnstuf can’t do a little because you can’t do enough”by Leslie Szarvas & Paul Simon (Simon’s name was added because the court-decided there was a remarkable similarity of the theme song to the 59th St. Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy))

I have to say my brain made some sort of connection which I am sure will not hold up in court.
H.R. Pufnstuf was The Mayor of Living Island, a place full of all kinds of magical things, like my head, where everything and I do mean everything was literally alive. His honor, Mr. Pufnstuf was a friendly dragon who made friends with Jimmy a young lad, like myself at the time with a mop head hairstyle, who had been lured to the island with his friend, a talking flute named Freddie (I had and still have my kazoo, Seymour) by a magic boat which promised adventures across the sea. The tricky vessel was actually owned and operated remotely by a wicked witch appropriately named Witchiepoo that reminded me of a teacher I had at the time.
The island and all of the inanimate objects of everyday life (clocks, furniture, etc.) actually became the characters on the show.

Granted 1969 was a very strange year and many thought the show had underlying drug themes (puffin’ stuff?), but it was simply a campy show that was fun to watch. I have made a vow that I am going to have fun and that will include watching cartoons, mixing candy with my popcorn, making sure I can still pull off an arm fart, and making the wearing of socks my own darn choice.

Ireally don’t like to wear socks unless we have a polar express roaring through Dodge. I often quote Einstein who said, “I have reached an age when if someone tells me to wear socks, I don’t have to.”

I am approaching a phase in my life when I may be heard saying with greater frequency, “I just don’t have to” about lots of things.


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