It seems like I’ve
noticed fiftieth anniversaries are coming thick and fast these last few weeks:
the fiftieth anniversary of President Kennedy’s assassination; the fiftieth
anniversary of good old WNET Channel 13, New York’s public television station;
fiftieth anniversary of Pavarotti’s debut – we watched the PBS special last
night; and the fiftieth anniversary of the BBC’s Dr. Who.
(Exterminate!)
My favourite
doctors? – Tom Baker, of course (I once knit for my nephew a scarf similar to
his – it went on, as this Doctor did, forever!); Peter
Davidson because I loved him in All
Creatures Great and Small; and the ninth, short-lived Dr. Who, the gorgeous
Christopher Eccleston. There are all
manner of Dr. Who video clips out there to be seen again. So many clips – so
little time.
Above all others,
it was the fiftieth anniversary of my arriving at the age of 21. Ah, to be that
age again and to know what I know now.
Time sure flies when you’re havin’ fun.