Man, I feel about a million years old.
Bye bye Lumpy, R.I.P.
Childhood seems to be losing another piece every week.
I watched Leave it to Beaver when it was first run. Heck, I still remember how terrible I felt when the first Mr. Wilson died (from Dennis the Menace), and when Bub died (from My Three Sons), and when Bonanza’s Hoss died, too.
Fifty years later I still feel bad when a star from one of my childhood shows dies, but it’s a different kind of bad.