Growing Older
April 25, 2009

I was not really the kind of kid who did a ton of sneaking around on my parents. I never snuck out of the house, even as a teen. One of my biggest rebellions was watching MASH once, peering around the corner of mom's room, when I was supposed to be taking a bath. I hurriedly ran back to the bathroom, ran a bit of water in the tub and dried it with my towel so my towel was damp. It was enough to fool my mother (sort of - she didn't really believe me, but she let me get away with it since she hadn't bothered to get up and get proof). But that was just the one time.

There's just one TV show I can remember pretty regularly sneaking out of my room to watch. Maude. It was difficult for me to get the exact right angle to actually see much of the show and to this day, I have a hard time believing that Mom and Dad would possibly have watched it very regularly. I, on the other hand, was completely enthralled with Bea Arthur's demeanor, her voice ... and her character's very outspoken views.

I would tiptoe out of my room and after just a few feet, the back hallway opened into the front entrance hall. This gave a clear view of the dining room and about half of the den. If I was lucky, neither parent would stand up to get anything from the fridge or otherwise move. If they moved, I was totally exposed and would be busted.

I admired how Maude said precisely what she thought and damn the consequences. I also thought she had the coolest voice in the universe.

I know I'm getting old now ... all the tv and movie folk that I grew up admiring so much are slowly passing away. I find it's much harder to deal with that than the fact that I get tired trying to help a friend move or find my joints creaking in the mornings.

I adored Bea Arthur my whole life. This world is a much poorer place now that she's left it. Requiescat in pace.

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