Of all of my friends on Sesame Street (and I have many), that manic little blue guy up there has always been my favorite. His earnest eagerness to please; his careful attempts to choose his words, even though they sometimes come out wrong; his bubbly, babbling, bewildering (ok, twitchy, fast-talking and often inappropriate) reactions to his surroundings; his alter-ego SuperGrover (So-o-o-o-o-per-Gro-ver-r-r-r-r-r!), and his unbeknownst-to-him autobiography, There's A Monster At the End of This Book ... well, he reminds me an awful lot of someone I know.
Good thing they're both still around. It may be taking 40 years, but I'm still figuring them both out. There's a lot more to be learned here, and I don't intend on stopping anytime soon. Keep coming back.
TODAY'S POST HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTERS C, G, AND S, AND THE NUMBER 54. WRITING ABOUT MY HALF-GLASSED LIFE HAS BEEN MADE POSSIBLE BY THE GENEROUS SUPPORT OF READERS LIKE YOU.