When I was a kid I used to watch Bob on TV. Remember his, “purdy little bushes” and his, “delicate little clouds,” up above the “quiet little lake,” and, oh yeah, “we can’t forget about this sweet little cabin.” I miss Bob. Bob died a few years ago. For millions, it signified the end of an era in public television. How a quirky dude with whacked paintings and a mega afro could become famous just by being happy. Oh, those beautiful sunsets of the past. Gone forever.
