My Rebecca, bless her, drug me off to Vashon town last evening to take in a movie. It was at our one and only little theater here on our one and only island where Phil’s Camino has shown. I could have just as easily spent the evening in some low keyed way without such entertainment but Rebecca said the two magic words, “Mister Rogers”.

This film comes so highly recommended by me right here at the moment that it is ridiculous. They really pulled this one off. I could actually go and see it again. Rebecca found out that on Wednesday evenings the theater shows the weekly film in the subtitled form which would be good for me since I miss half of the chitchat.

Without giving anything away two things happened for me while watching last evening. The protagonist is a writer who gets an assignment to cover Mr Rogers from the magazine that he works for. And he is so used to interviewing “normal” folk that he doesn’t know what to do with the idea that there is no difference between Mr Rodgers and Fred Rodgers. It all isn’t an act, that is at all times and places really him and the writer finds himself being “worked on” in a big Mr Rodgers way.

Then there comes to me the creeping awareness that Mr Roger’s Neighborhood isn’t a mythical pretend place at all but a way to look at the world or a Way. We know about Ways here at Caminoheads.

Well,yea, time to go. I am writing this from my truck with Wiley driving with my new computer capabilities. Hurray.

Walk later at 1530 loves, Felipé.