I see that Sid Krofft has died. He was one of the inventors of the kids’ show that still plays somewhere in the back of my imagination: H.R. Pufnstuf. I could not name the characters nor the skits, but I remember the creative zaniness of it all and being swept up into a strange world.
That’s what sticks with me. (And I remember another Kroff show, Land Of The Lost, too).
I also remember a time when I was sick at home with the flu and my father came home from work with a book for me. It was a novelization of thee Pufnstuf world, and it just blew me away that someone could write a book set in the fictional television world. I am sure the writing was horrible and all that, but for a kid stuck at home, it was a gem of a story.
I appreciate the crazy imagination of Kroft (and his brother, Marty, who had already died).
Peace (and television),
Kevin