I asked a friend last week how he felt about Mr. Rogers' death. He remarked that he doesn't tend to get too nostalgiac about his youth, which seemed to me to miss the point entirely.
Fred Rogers, for me, isn't about some abstract, distant longing for a space and time I inhabited too many years past. Instead, I think about the things he taught many of us that we carry to this day.
My very friend, the one I posed the question to, is a fine, upstanding and thoughtful young man. A walking tribute to the virtues that Mr. Rogers espoused and exemplified. How much worse might the world have been had Mr. Rogers not been a part of it?