American Culture

Good night, Andy

I suspect I am not alone in saying that for me, Andy Griffith was like family. It’s not just that he was from North Carolina, my native state, or that Mayberry was based on his hometown of Mt. Airy, maybe an hour up the road from my little burg. It’s not just that he wove an idyllic little haven off the highway, secure from the encroachments of an dangerously accelerating world, and brought it into our homes each week.

I guess it has more to do with the fact that he never once seemed to lose sight of his moral compass. He went to Hollywood and it didn’t seem to change him. The result was a show that had more pure heart than just about anything in television history, and I have through the years suggested that The Andy Griffith Show might be the greatest sitcom ever produced.

At some point, when I have had more time to reflect, I’ll revisit his life and times, and hopefully I can find something to say that’s worthy of his legacy. Today, though, I’m mourning an icon of my childhood.

Andy Griffith is dead at 86.

 

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  1. I am a Black Man raised as a teen in the 60’s. I had personal experiences growing up in NC and VA and all the bigotry of the time. Today I am 63 years old and I still watch reruns of The Andy Griffin show because it provides an escape to a place with people that seemed to always make you laugh with lessons of the good in people. Good people, not white, not black, not red, not yellow. The only difference from watching the show as a child and watching it now is that I am well aware of the occasional face(s) of color that appeared infrequently on the show. All that said, Andy, Barney, Aunt Bea, Opie, Floyd, Gomer and Goober will always have a special place in my heart and I will probably watch reruns until the day I die. RIP Andy, a little piece of us died with you. God Bless!