Jack Benny

I have been exceedingly restless this evening and for some reason the Jack Benny show helps a little. I don't know why. I think because it reminds me of my grandfather. To this day I still pause for a second or two when ever I see the Lawrence Welk show. Back when I was 5 or 6 I can recall sitting over the heating grate trying not to get caught pulling the colors off of Lawrence's face with the set of magnets I pulled out of a speaker. When I finally would get caught my grandfather was more impressed with my discovery than annoyed that I destroyed the tv.
Nostalgia. I always feel kind of strange indulging in nostalgia considering I am a bit conflicted about my younger years. I get upset thinking about the distance in time and place between where I am now and the memory I was looking back at. Thinking of the naivety I had back then disappoints me, but I suppose that is what childhood is for. The people you love most in the world are still with you and you can pull the face of a german immigrant with some hunks of metal you found in the trash.