I love 80’s crap.
So this morning, when I was getting ready to walk my puppy (and hoping that he doesn’t eat more dirty Kleenexs along the way) I got an old song from a cartoon I used to watch when I was a kid stuck in my head.
Denver the Last Dinosaur.
Even if you’ve never heard of this cartoon – judging solely by the title – you can surmise that it was the work of pure genius.
The only thing I remember about it was the theme song. For some reason, I swear, for as long as I live I’ll remember it – and probably nothing else.
I’ll be 87 with no teeth and skin sagging.
More cynical and grumpy than ever.
Referring to my kids as, “Whatever the fuck your name is.”
And still, somehow the only clear thought in my old, decrepit mind will be “Denver, the last dinosaur, he’s my friend and a whole lot more!”