About age 70, ten years before she died and towards the beginning of her Alzheimer's slide, my mom started watching Mr. Rogers. She said she liked it because he liked her just the way she is. This is achingly sad, because she clearly wasn't getting that kind of affirmation from us. But all the same, at least she was getting it from somewhere. So nobody says anything bad about Mr. Rogers around me, ever. (Though I did think all the parodies were funny.)
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