…to dear old Captain Noah.

My friends in South Jersey and environs will appreciate this clip of Philadelphia children’s show icon Captain Noah, which I just found on YouTube.

When I was a kid I was in daycare for the year before kindergarten when my mother went back to work. The lady who ran the daycare from her home always kept the television tuned to Captain Kangaroo, a show I hated. Compared to the animated adventures of Popeye and assorted pals over on Captain Noah’s ark, I didn’t give a hoot about whatever Mr. Greenjeans and the talking clock were up to. One day I stood up and made a plea to please, please, please change the channel to Captain Noah, giving every good reason on Earth, most of them I’m sure having to do with Popeye. The woman put it to a vote — and I was the only child who raised a hand for Captain Noah. That was my first lesson in democracy: that sometimes the just cause loses.

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