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Thursday, November 14, 2002

About a week ago, Jonathan Harris, better known as Dr. Smith from Lost in Space, one of my favorite shows of childhood, passed away. It actually took a couple of days for the news to break, which is additionally sad. I was numb for about two days after I heard the news. It was like hearing part of my childhood died.

I’ve had a couple of friends say that they thought he was at a DragonCon or two that I attended, but I don’ t know how I would have missed that. I saw Bill Mumy (Will Robinson) and Angela Cartwright (Penny Robinson) there two years ago and even got their autographs. I don’t normally seek out autographs but I wanted a chance to speak to them. This was a show that was such a part of my childhood that I used to pretend I was another member of the Robinson crew in childhood makebelieve type games.

As a show, I guess it was uneven, ranging from super-serioius sci fi (for its time) in the first eps to high camp by the time it left the airwaves, but it was a child’s fantasy land and that was all that mattered. Of course, they were afternoon re-runs in my childhood, but I think I felt as strong an attachment as many of the original fans. Even though I never had the pleasure of meeting him, and everyone I’ve ever known who did said he was a genuinely nice man, I will miss Jonathan Harris. The world is less without him.

For more on Jonathan’s legacy, read Bill Mumy’s eulogy.

posted by Mark at 9:16 pm  

Wednesday, November 13, 2002

Have to post the lyrics to this song. Sung by Mark Wills (I know scary - country music, me??) and written by (according to my info) Chris Dubois and David Lee. Everytime I hear this song, I’m taken back to those long ago childhood years. They retreat further into the past every day.

Saw Star Wars at least eight times,
Had the Pac-Man pattern memorized,
I’ve seen the stuff they put inside stretch armstrong,
I was Roger Staubach in my backyard,
Had a shoebox full of baseball cards,
And a couple of Evel Kinevel stars on my right arm,
Well I was a kid when Elvis died,
And my Momma cried…

It was 1970 something,
In the world that I grew up in,
Farrah Fawcett hairdo days,
Bellbottoms and 8-Track tapes,
Looking back now I can see me,
Oh man did I look cheesy,
I wouldn’t trade those days for nothing,
Oh it was 1970 something.

It was the dawning of a new decade,
We got our first microwave,
Dad broke down and finally shaved those sideburns off,
I took the stickers off of my rubix cube,
Watched MTV all afternoon,
My first love was Daisy Duke in those cut off jeans,
Space Shuttle fell out of the sky,
And the whole world cried…

It was 1980 something,
In the world that I grew up in,
Skating rinks and black Trans-Ams,
Big hair and parachute pants,
Looking back now I can see me,
Oh man did I look cheesy,
I wouldn’t trade those days for nothing,
Oh it was 1980 something.

Now I got a mortgage and an SUV,
But all this responsibility,
Makes me wish,
Sometimes…

It was 1980 something,
In the world that I grew up in,
Skating rinks and black Trans-Ams,
Big hair and parachute pants,
Looking back now I can see me,
Oh man did I look cheesy,
I wouldn’t trade those days for nothing,
Oh it was 1980 something,
1970 something,
Oh it was 19 something.

posted by Mark at 8:25 pm  

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