A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D
This afternoon I had an appointment 4 towns over (with my oh so Canadian oral surgeon). Drove there on back roads. I felt as though I was in a war zone with all the competing lawn signs. NH has some hotly contested positions this year so it's worse than anything I've ever seen. Social media has made it all worse.
I made my decisions for state positions at our state primary in September. Now I'm just lying low and staying out of the fray. One reason I'm playing in this challenge is for distraction for all the garbage.
(Light reading from the waiting room. I love that man, his wife, and their 2 kids.)