Saying Goodbye To A Friend.

It is getting cold out there! At post time it is about 17 degrees in Appleton and with the wind it feels like 6 degrees. I guess this is better than last year, when it was still raining in December.

I've got a mild cold. It seems to be going away, but it could just be all the decongestants that I'm hopped up on. I spent a majority of last night on the couch doing absolutely nothing but changing the channel every now and then. Oh, and then we watched "Bewitched," the movie with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell. Needless to say, that steaming pile did nothing for my well being. Just a terrible movie. It makes me that much happier that I rented "Shawshank" earlier in the week, as they kind of balanced each other out.

Also in my channel surfing last night, I came across a TV event that marked the end of an era. For the final time, Ashton Kutcher played the role of Michael Kelso on "That 70's Show." We are left with only memories of the harebrained shenanigans of the lanky, van-driving playboy of Point Place, WI. Who could forget the way that he teamed up with Fez and Hyde for episode after episode of hilarious tomfoolery. The on-again-off-again romance that he shared with Jackie over the years could be seen in any number of real life relationships that any of us see on a daily basis. Michael Kelso was truly an everyman (provided that everyman likes to plan elaborate and usually unsuccessful pranks on his friends for the simple satisfaction of being able to belt out that trademark exclamation of "Burn!") We watched for years as Kelso morphed from a fancy free teenager into a man who found his calling by attending the police academy (and subsequently burning it to the ground.) Finally, having accomplished everything else a young man can, he became a father in the most recent episodes. Kelso even found the fortitude in his last episode to share the screen with Bruce Willis, from whom he had taken a wife and kids in real life. Today, I salute you, Michael Kelso. You're life in fictional 1970's Wisconsin will not be forgotten, but live on in the hearts of us all. Burn! Burn, indeed!

I'm finished,
Nate