my sweetheart reported that she’d watched ‘won’t you be my neighbor’ on a recent flight and had cried through most of it. she said, mr rogers reminds her of what our discourse so lacks today: kindness, humanity, generosity, inclusion. and I remembered one of my voice comics. it was in ’83, and I’d visited a rough-hewn divorced friend and his little boy. shortly after the strip appeared, the photo arrived. how unlikely that fred rogers would read my comic. how understandable t