Two of the most talked about movies over the weekend were "It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood" and "The Irishman." I have a connection to both.
I met Fred Rogers in the mid 90's. He was at the Crayola factory just outside of Easton to preside over a milestone in crayon manufacturing. I think it was number 10 billion, or something like that.
I never watched his show. I was a Captain Kangaroo kid growing up, but I have to say Fred Rogers was the real deal. What you saw on tv was what you experienced in person. He charmed the socks off a bunch of cynical journalists, simply by being himself. I'm sorry I never kept a copy of the Crayola story. I assume it's gathering dust in a Wilkes-Barre basement, like so much of our area's history.
Buffalino served prison time for his ties to organized crime. I was at WARM 590 when Buffalino was released. WARM news director Jerry Heller sent me to Buffalino's home in Kingston to see if he was around. I was naive, or brave, or both, and I went for it. I knocked on his door. No one answered. I waited for a few minutes. Nothing. I left. Dejected. I really wanted that interview.
Will I see "It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood?" Maybe if I can get my hands on a DVD. I can't see going to a theater.
I won't subscribe to Netflix to see "The Irishman." Both movies are getting great reviews. I love Joe Pesci, but the thought of enduring 3.5 hours of violence just doesn't appeal to me.