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I just had a disturbing epiphany while wiping away tears caused by track 3 ("The Rainbow Connection") as track 4 ("Free to Be, You and Me") began: I have always associated Alan Alda very strongly with Free to Be, You and Me. Before my love affair with M*A*S*H this year, it was what I had known him best for. (Aside from a couple Woody Allen movies and an ER appearance, it was all I'd known him for, ever.) FtBYaM, as we know, is something I associate with the best memories of my childhood, or a phenomenon I refer to as "70's New York", a powerful, magic, emotional idea for me. Additionally, Alan Alda's wife, Arlene, wrote a favourite picture book that also evokes 70's New York. In a certain sense, I grew up with Alan Alda. In regards to what I've described, I feel safe, childlike and innocent.

This is the first time I've really listened to FtBYaM since I started lusting after Hawkeye Pierce.

I cannot have this childlike warmth clash with these adult fancies!

It's disturbing! How do I go from Alan Alda, who, in a sense, practically raised me, to Alan Alda, 70's hunk?

I'm definitely overthinking this.

Okay: It's not Alan Alda I'm attracted to; it's Hawkeye. That should help. Yes. Alan Alda-of-70's-New-York is a comforting, innocent father figure; Hawkeye Pierce is a sexy mofo.

Right. Right.

Next issue: Track 4, "Really Rosie". I don't know if I can handle this. I've not been able to sing this song since my Rosie died. Can I handle this? First Kermit, now this. What if someone catches me blubbering over a kiddie song?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:10 PM | shower me with attention