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  1. We are blown away by your support #Pittsburgh! Thank you for showing up and donating to our clothing drive; we are humbled by your generosity.

    We received over 16 boxes of cold-weather clothing which we are distributing to @our_streets_collective, Jubilee Kitchen, and Food Not Bombs ❀️

    In struggle together we can make our lives better!
    #WinterClothingDrive #Communism #Socialism #FoodNotBombs #WontYouBeMyNeighbor #ThankYou #CommunityOutreach

  2. Who better to rely on for some Wednesday wisdom than Mister Rogers?

    In 2002, Mister Rogers spoke with WQED about gifting your honest self to your neighbors.

    Watch the full interview in the AAPB: americanarchive.org/catalog/cp

    #PublicMedia #PublicBroadcasting #AAPB #Archives #MediaArchives #PublicTV #PublicTelevision #MisterRogers #MisterRogersNeighborhood #WontYouBeMyNeighbor

  3. My brain can't hear (or read) "It's a beautiful day." without automatically adding "in the neighborhood." πŸ€·β€β™‚οΈ

    #WontYouBeMyNeighbor?

  4. Good morning Mastodonians! It's Friday, it's warm, it's payday, and I got kudos from the boss on how I handled stuff at the big meeting on Wednesday I feel good about that too.

    How are all my friends and followers today?

    #GoodMorning #ItsABeautifulMorning #WontYouBeMyNeighbor
    #FridayVibes
    #Payday

  5. Yes, There’s a Scene During the β€œWon’t You Be My Neighbor?” End Credits

    Among the many deficiencies in my childhood, I regret Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was not required viewing in our house. In the days before VCRs, DVR, and the Internet, our family's TV schedule was strictly divided between myself, my mom, and my grandma. I was allowed to pick stations each weekday morning before 9 a.m., after school, and on Saturday mornings. Sadly, the kindly Fred Rogers had the misfortune of airing opposite Grandma's soap operas and/or game shows. By the time I discovered him while channel-flipping, I was somewhere in my preteen phase -- too old to respond to his low-key gentility, not quite old enough to watch him ironically, and nowhere near the kind of adult who could appreciate what he did or how he connected to millions of other, better-off kids. My wife Anne, on the other hand, used to watch him all the time. As a youngling she watched him, Sesame Street, and other PBS all-stars all the time. He spoke directly to kids, the Viewers at Home. He wasn't there to bedazzle them with whimsy or lull them with escapist conflicts or sell them toys. He taught, he explained, he knew, he felt, he sympathized, he loved. For some kids he seemed like the only adult who every really got them, who even tried to get them. He fell just short of absolute godhood, but to many, calling him "father figure" doesn't begin to describe his impact on their lives. Won't You Be My Neighbor?, then, is a rare instance of Anne taking me with her to the movies for once. […]

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