Right now, as I type this, I am exactly 16 minutes away from where Mr. Rogers was born and raised. We both grew up in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. The road I take to get to Wal-Mart says, painted in block letters above the underpass, “HOME OF MR. ROGERS.” A museum with his signature cardigans and puppets is found at the local college. Everywhere I look, there is a reminder of this extraordinary man. And, for the last decade or so, it seems the rest of the world is catching on, too. More and more, there is a resurgence of interest in this pop culture saint… read more >
Thirty years ago, Linda Ronstadt celebrated her Mexican background with Canciones de mi Padre
Whenever I hear the opening of Linda Ronstadt’s “La Charreada” I think back to the winter of 1987, when I was 8 years old. That’s
