Sesame Street

I grew up a Jim Henderson fan (also Jimi Hendrix, but that's a different story).

Every Saturday evening I'd watch the Muppets (followed by Airwolf and preceded by some dance competition show if I finished my bath in time, which was not often because you would not believe the magical things that happened in my bathtub/Broadway stage [told you I'm a Broadway baby--anything can be used as a mike]; and the dance competition was with real dancers, not this celebrity stuff). (Have I mentioned before that I like parenthesis?)

She read it with Grover's voice. Then, after straining her vocal chords, my mom usually lost her voice for a period afterward. (In fact, I'm not sure if my sister and I begged her to read the book because we loved the book or because we loved the after effects. Often, when she came to the end, we'd plead Read it again! Read it again! I see now how cruel we were.)

The book was about Grover not wanting to reach the end of the book because there was a monster at the end of the book! Oh, please, please, please don't turn the page, he'd say.

We'd turn it anyway.