Anyone here old (young?) enough to miss Jim Henson as much as I do?


Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.


It's like some souls are too good, see too much truth, are too f'ing pure for this world or something. I wish I knew . . . . given this reality he he I expect to be around for approximately 65 more years. . . .and I'm sure I ain't seen nothin yet.

I was just talking about him the other day, in relation to getting treated if you have a cold that seems to be getting worse and worse. He was an amazing man. Died way too young, but he left an amazing legacy.

Not many know his early work with Raymond Scott. You might enjoy this. Maybe.

When I was a kid, I lived for a bit in an apartment right across the street from his house and next door to the muppet studios. I used to go up on the roof and watch the actual muppet construction through a window. Cool memories.

Would it be okay for me to say: Holy Shit! That is pure awesomeness. Wow.

Loved that Mr._Niles

Wow, what the f happened?

Those days were wonderful.

Summer went on forever. Sometimes my father would gather up a group of neighborhood kids, my brother and I, suck down a beer and grab one for the road . . . . . in the early evening a local swimming pool would have "family night" and we would go swimming in the evenings. My mother only worked part time and many days I would return home to the smell of baking fresh bread.

The highlight of the week was The Muppet Show as my parents were careful and only allowed me four programs a week - Mr. Rogers, Seasame Street, Star Trek and The Muppet Show. Somehow in my current reflections, the Sunday evening Muppet Show seemed at the center of this. Either that or that huge orange tree in the back yard. The ONLY parents I've met currently who strictly and sternly limit all TV and internet access for their kids and when the kids get some the parents are right there - my bother's family. Mom and Dad did something right, eh?

And my main concerns were my crappy brother, who is now as riddled with arthritis as myself and has moar grey hairs and I now love him more than life itself. Somehow (how did they do this - it would be almost impossible to pull off today) my parents raised me through the first part of the 1970's without letting me know we were at war in Vietnam but ensuring I saw the splashdown of the final Apollo mission. It has been endless wars and actions since then (with a brief reprieve in the 90's) and I've been aware of each and every one. In particular now that a young family member has come home unable to walk and on endless VA waiting lists. Dreams of/for a Space Odyssey died LONG before 2001.

And now they are all dead, or utterly changed and my life is ruled by one thing and one thing only and that is pain. And it makes me be someone I don't want to be. Yet here I am. And every day getting shorter. Oh well, I can still laugh. And at least it's mainly physical pain, eh?

I don't know what to make of this. I cannot hang on another 60 years (Aunt Tilley how can you possibly be over 100 years old?) with this. It's just too much.

I'm sure I won't have to hang on another 60 years. Something will happen - heart attack, stroke or accident. It's what gets us all in my family. No one gets murdered, no one commits suicide, no one gets cancer (though I've been riddled with benign tumors and growths twice so far) and few go to war anymore.

BUT, I would hope that if I had a Jim Henson situation, that I would get medical intervention before just checking out suddenly on everyone. Sad and in hindsight selfish and not very bright. Sorry Jim. You took a lot along with you when you went way too early. We don't blame you but we sure do miss you.

This hurts because I feel like it's the truth but pray it's just bad luck or something. Hoping for terrible luck to prevail over something far worse, now that's really obscure.