Bob Denver, Gilligan to a generation, dies

The little buddy now relaxes in the great hammock in the sky.



I feel mortal as TV icons from my youth pass away. Born in '69, my early childhood memories consist of a mix of adult and kid things. Adults around me would complain about Vietnam, Richard Nixon and then Jimmy Carter. And the price of gas! Like father like son, I guess. I listened to my mom's collection of Beatles records over and over again. I know all the words to Helter Skelter (or used to).

Playing Pong and watching Gilligan's Island offered an escape in the days before VCRs, cable TV, and the web.

So long, Little Buddy. It'll be my turn soon enough.