Mr. Rogers

I was in need of some spirtitual nourishment today, so I began channel surfing for an acceptable tv ministry to tune into, when I thought I heard my dog "Ozzy" say "stop".  There on the plasma screen was some guy from a big city in Texas speaking to a large group of people seated in a huge building.  After two minutes, "Ozzy" sarcastically told me "this guy thinks he's cute."  We held there for a couple of extra minutes, and had to switch to another program.  "Ozzy" said for a moment there he felt he had been transported to "Mr. Roger's Pop Psychology Neighborhood".