Here at South Jerusalem, Gershom and I sometimes feel like Statler and Waldorf, the two grumpy old critics in the balcony from The Muppet Show. Actually, my Muppet connection runs deep. I grew up identifying with Kermit (“It’s Not Easy Being Green”).
Then, when I came down with and survived a massive Group A Strep infection, I learned that Jim Henson, the Muppets’ creator, had been less lucky in his bout with the disease just six years earlier. And when I was in rehab, we had an occupational therapist who liked to get me and my fellow patients doing shoulder exercises to Kermit’s “Caribbean Amphibian”.
Last week, my daughter Mizmor brought home a set of Muppet Show DVDs from a neighbor and I walked in just as the Muppet classic “Mah Nà Mah Nà” was playing.