CLUBHOUSE 22
I feel sorry for today's TV generation.
They will never know the comfort of Uncle Al & Captain Wendy
Singing for you every morning and having you do the Twist on a tree stump for a box of Mama's cookies and a bottle of Barq's.
They will never will never feel the secret thrill of knowing Mister Moose is about to unleash a hell-storm of ping-pong balls unto Captain Kangaroo's head!
They have no Doctor Creep to guide them through a week's worth of Godzilla movies on Shock Theater.
No Joe Smith and Duffy the Dog to teach them traffic safety in between Tom & Jerry cartoons after school.
Here's to the forgotten local kiddie show hosts.
You'll always be remembered as a friend to me.
No matter what time.
No matter what channel.
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