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MISTER ROGERS AND ME

One time, after I bumped into him at a local house party, he followed up with a note saying it was nice to see me there.

Mister Rogers was my neighbor. Not as in make-believe TV neighbor, but as in neighbor, in suburban Pittsburgh. He lived in a six-bedroom house on Beechwood Boulevard. As a doctoral student

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