Mister Rogers' Neighborhood won four Emmy awards, and Rogers himself was presented with a Lifetime Achievement Award at the 1997 Daytime Emmys, as described by Esquire's Tom Junod:
Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award—and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, "All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Ten seconds of silence."
And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, "I'll watch the time." There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn't kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds—and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly "May God be with you," to all his vanquished children.
"See the violence inherent in the system? I'm being repressed! Great Monty Python skit. Just as applicable for consumers shopping on Black Friday. An orgy of materialism, pointless consumerism, buying crap they don't need at prices that still preserve the concept of "surplus labor" - if they weren't making a profit off the labor of others, why would they be selling it? Because the're nice guys? Because running a discount mart is their hobby? To make money! That's the point. And once an American family makes about $75000 per household, any further increase in money does not equal a proportionate increase in happiness. True.
This was at a national conference where all three of my books were on display. A trifecta so to speak. Pictured is my editor from ME Sharpe. I think she liked me because I was one of her few academic authors who had a sense of humor. She telephoned me once, on a conference call, and asked me if I could come up with a "sexier" title for my Terminating Public Programs book. So I immediately said, "I wanted to call it Rush Limbaugh is a Big Fat Idiot, but someone beat me to that title." Hearty laughter followed. they weren't expecting that. We added "An American Political Paradox" as a subtitle, sounded better.
The Willard Hotel, Washington DC, where Gen. Grant arrived in 1864 with his son, he was given a small room at the very top (attic) of the Hotel. Then he signed in: Lt. Gen. U.S. Grant and son. Bang, he got a suite. He was not recognized (he often wore a private's uniform with his general's rank showing, confusing but so cool.) Anyway, when Grant was President the rumor was that deals were made in the lobby of the Willard Hotel, that is, payoffs etc. That is where the term "lobbyist" comes from. Of course now Pres. Trump has his own hotel, down from the Willard a few blocks (Trump hotel is closer to Lincoln's Waffle Shop than the White House) and I am sure that Trump International Hotel is now the center of lobbying. Anyway, the Round Robin Bar is known for the location where the drunks in Congress congregate and their James Bond Martini is direct from the books of Ian Fleming: Its 3 parts gin, one part vodka. Its also called the Vesper Martini and here is the link for the recipe.