One of the networks showed a grainy, black and white Peter Pan, starring Mary Martin. I was too young to understand why, but Mary Martin made me feel funny in the pants. So for a few years, before I learned she was a she, I had a few odd gender confusion issues.

I’m watching the (pre-recorded) “Live” version now. Oh, the Robin Williams movie was ok, and it had it’s charms, and Dustin Hoffman did a better than average job, but the original pan is the best pan ever ( Don’t get me started on that Mia Farrow crap) This is pretty good. I’m going to stick around to see if Christopher Walken sucks me into watching the rest of it. It is a bit bittersweet, but only because I’ve been to where real lost boys are, and i know what this is really all about.