I was seven years old when “Mister Rogers Neighborhood” began and was probably a little too old for the intended audience (and I was already going to school by then too) but I know I watched his show. I have those memories. Now my family situation wasn’t bad but I can well imagine the thousands and thousands of children who didn’t have loving families or a stable home life. Children who desperately needed for someone to say that they cared for them, that they were special and that they mattered. Fred Rogers said those things every day to those children, and he meant it.

There’s also a wonderful documentary that came out last year. Here’s my comic review for that film, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor.” Consider it a bookend to go with this film.