...so I played "The Ballad of Davy Crockett" in the tea room.
My old friend Mark Mills suggested I do that... so I did.
[Just playing that tune brought back memories.
(Thanks, Mark, I enjoyed that.)]
You know it's sad when icons die.
I used to not know what the word 'icon' meant. Well, not really.
I just did an Google search on the word and found it means:
1. An image; a representation.
2. A representation or picture of a sacred or sanctified Christian personage, traditionally used and venerated in the Eastern Church.
Really, today it means Fess Parker... as Davy Crockett... then Daniel Boone... though he had nothing to do with the Eastern Church (I don't think).
And I think Peter Graves also might be an 'icon'.
I can't think of him without hearing the MISSION IMPOSSIBLE music in my brain, can you?
(He died this week, too.)
'Course he makes me think of his brother, James Arness, perhaps a true icon.
GUNSMOKE was a favorite at our house.
Well, maybe that's because my Grandmother Ora (my mom's mom) was Chester's first cousin. (Seriously.)
That's Dennis Weaver. ... my claim to fame!
Oh, and he's dead, too.
I think I'm getting old.