There is a great deal I could and want to say about this week’s events — particularly those that occurred on Wednesday in our nation's capital.
However right now, as of this writing, it’s simply beyond my capability to express it in written words. But trust me, at some point in the near future I will pull it all together and articulate what at the moment are mere fragments of thoughts refusing to coalesce into something coherent.
So just not now. Not until I’ve had the chance to wrap my head around it all and allow enough time for lucidity to once again reign in my currently fogged brain.
That may be next week, or it might be next month. But rest assured, at some point it’s coming.
In the meantime, I’m going forward with what I had already planned for this week. Given everything that’s happened in the last few days, the following might seem grossly incongruent. But maybe a little distracting incongruence is what we all need right now. I hope it is.
If you recall I mentioned something about cartoons before, how I grew up watching them, and how I still watch them occasionally.
Bugs Bunny and all the other characters created and produced by Warner Bros., Tom and Jerry, Droopy, Screwy Squirrel, Happy Harmonies, and the like produced by MGM, and Jonny Quest, The Herculoids, and Space Ghost produced by, well, whomever.
I loved these cartoons as a kid and they continue to generate at least a minimum amount of enthusiasm for me even to this day. I mean, how could you resist Bugs continuously winning out over Elmer Fudd and all his other adversaries.
I had other beloveds as well, such as Rocky and Bullwinkle, The Alvin Show, Underdog, and Popeye that, like the others, were constant staples on the paltry three channels we got back then on our old black and white Magnavox.
These cartoons were all shown every Saturday morning, and every kid who had a T.V. and a minimum of one of the aforesaid three available channels unfailingly watched at least some of them.
I’m not altogether sure when it happened or even why it happened, but somewhere along the way the three big networks stopped airing cartoons, particularly on Saturday morning.
A good supposition would be network execs just assumed cartoons of some kind — even if these were just plain awful and should not be mentioned in the same breath with the aforementioned greats — could now be seen 24 hours a day, seven days a week, on cable networks like the Disney Channel, Cartoon Network and Boomerang.
In plainer terms, they eventually came to the conclusion that “toons” in general no longer represented a viable market, so why bother?
I guess the point I’m groping for here is back in the day us kids got one chance a week to watch these terrific cartoons, and that was on Saturday mornings. They typically began at 8 a.m. and ended around noon.
And not one kid, at least none I grew up with or even casually knew, ever failed to get up early on Saturdays and plop him or herself down in front of the television on a Saturday morning and then remain fixed there until the last cartoon on the last network ended.
As I said, somewhere along the way cartoon watching on Saturday mornings became a thing of the past. And I always considered this to be a sad turn of events because, as I also said, this five-hour window on Saturday morning was a special, greatly anticipated time.
This lone opportunity was indescribably unique, almost like Christmas because it, too, could only be enjoyed at a designated time and didn't have to be perpetually suffered through like both cartoons and holidays seem to be today.
Sort of an absence makes the heart grow fonder kind of thing, if you will.
Maybe that’s why, even at my age, I got a little excited when I learned that MeTV, which locally is aired on WSAZ in Huntington, announced it would be ending this years-long Saturday morning cartoon drought by designating a few hours of programming to Bugs and the gang at the beginning of 2021.
I’ll end this by saying: “I’ve missed you Bugs, and my heart has indeed grown fonder because of it. I’m counting the days until I can bring my old eating tray out of retirement and head for the living room to once again watch and laugh at your antics.”
And let me add this one other thought: It’s great just knowing that biscuits, gravy and a cold glass of milk are going to mean something to me again.