For reasons known to no one but the squirrels in my head that spin the wheels and gears of my subconscious, I cry a couple of days like a 12 years old girl - one whose 13 years old cat has just died - every time I make the mistake of re-reading the page of Tvtropes.org about Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.
It is a mystery to me as, being an Italian that has never gone outside the EU, I also have never seen the program.
I suspect that it's that: - "I'm proud of you, just the way you are" - that he used to say, that punches me under the belt.
OK, I found my emergency stash of Kleenex - production of possibly under-age extreme gorn porn will resume momentarily.
I hope.
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