“When the tests showed Kathy’s brain was wooden, my worst fears were confirmed,” a spokesman for Mr. Doody said.
“He asks that his privacy and that of his family be respected in this difficult time.”
Like all baby boomers, I grew up loving Buffalo Bob Smith and the Howdy Doody Show.
I was reminded of it when my friend Ruth Wedgwood posted the show’s theme song.
When the show was at its peak, my wife Susan actually got to sit in the “Peanut Gallery.” She even rode on the elevator with the sainted Princess Summerfall Winterspring.
The closest I came to this nirvana was seeing Buffalo Bob two decades later. When I was in grad school, he did a live show with Q&A before a packed house at Harvard’s Sanders Theater.
One of the regular characters on the show was the town’s mayor, who had the perfect name of Phineas T. Bluster. Was there ever a better name for a politician? Was it ever more appropriate time for it than this election year?