A Southern Writer’s View of Then and Now
Rainy days in the 1960s started with both of the captains. Captain Kangaroo and Cap’n Crunch.
A bowl of Cap’n Crunch, placed strategically on the corner of my parents’ Formica dinette table allowed me to shovel those tasty, compact cubes of processed grains and sugar into myself. All while watching Mr. Moose drop ping pong balls onto the captain’s head.
Every …