‘Won’t you be my neighbor?’
Mr. Rogers has taken his final trolley ride to the land of make-believe.
It’s a sad day in my life. I’ll admit, he was my first crush. 🙂 Pittsburgh just won’t be the same without him.
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Mr. Rogers has taken his final trolley ride to the land of make-believe.
It’s a sad day in my life. I’ll admit, he was my first crush. 🙂 Pittsburgh just won’t be the same without him.