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Scooby and the gang offer lessons for life I sat in a bean bag chair on my family's living room floor eating a bowl of Cocoa Puffs _ I was coocoo for them. It was 9 a.m., so I was still in my pajamas, one sock lost somewhere in my bed, and my uncombed mop-top leaning like an old barn. The chair surrounded me like the Blob, a space monster I was actually going to watch that afternoon on Sci-Fi Theater. This was the best time of the week _ Saturday morning. And the bean bag chair, plopped right in front of our Magnavox, was prime Scooby-Doo watching position. Scooby-Doo was my favorite cartoon. I loved it more than Bugs Bunny, The Flintstones and The Superfriends combined. Every week this group of teenagers would solve mysteries while fighting zombies, vampires, witches and a really cool glowing space monster in a diving helmet. For a 7-year-old kid, TV couldn't get any better.* Scooby-Doo's been around all my life. The show debuted when I was 4, which means if Freddy, Daphne, Shaggy and Velma were aged appropriately, they'd be near retirement. Scooby, sadly, would be dead. Let's have a moment of silence. But, during its run _ skipping over the sad attempt to rejuvenate a cartoon by injecting an annoying nephew, otherwise know as "Scrappy Doo" _ Scooby and the gang made my Saturday mornings a learning experience. I didn't realize this then, which is good. What kind of kid wants to learn on the weekend? But knowing there was a crime involving an ancient Egyptian mummy, a Neanderthal frozen in a block of ice, or the ghost of a gold miner from 1849 made me break out our circa-1972 World Book Encyclopedia and read a little history. So, here are a few of the things I learned watching Scooby-Doo:
*I do not want to hear from you Josie and the Pussycats people. I'm aware of their work. That's as far as I'll go. |