Hot on the heels of the passage of Don Knotts comes news that Darren McGavin has died. McGavin’s Kolchak scared the piss out of me when I was young, mostly because he played the part like he was having the piss scared out of him, too. And, of course, the title of this post is from one of the best Christmas movies ever.
Knotts was a funny guy for a lot of years, not just as Barney Fife, but as Mr. Furley on Three’s Company and a bazillion character voices in cartoons. He was the nerd’s nerd way before the word ‘nerd’ was invented.
Yes, they lived long, productive lives (both were over 80) and blah, blah, blah, but this isn’t about them. It’s about me! Every time one of these guys dies, like Curt Gowdy, or retires, like Christopher Glenn, it reminds me that I’m getting old.
Enough of this getting old crap. It’s time to nip it. In the bud.
I used to love the night stalker when I was younger.They sometimes play it again on the scifi channel.
It’s a sad, sad day, indeed. Don Knotts was always a favorite of mine … and I only just last night watched “A Christmas Story” for (gasp!) the very first time. (Hey, I’m a Jew and I was born in the ’60s. “Rudolph” and “Frosty” and “The Year Without a Santa Claus” carried me over just fine all these years.) Anyway, R.I.P. to these two fine actors.
I so wanted to believe there were werewolves and other goulies in Chicago and I wasn’t even a kid then. And don’t forget the famous Leg Lamp from A Christmas Story.
The best way to nip this old age thing is with an occasional nip doncha know.
You are looking a might peaked yourself, Solly, must be from all that jet settin’. Time to stop and smell the artificial flowers. Ya gotta rest up for the Big Season.
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Just remember John Lennon was 40 when he passed.
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sucks.