I’m sure by now you know that Andy Rooney, famed writer on 60 Minutes, passed away on November 4th. I’ve loved Andy Rooney for a long, long time, but it was a slow courtship. When I was little, I remember watching the seconds on that darn stop watch tick between segments as I waited for 60 Minutes to go off so whatever show I wanted to watch would come on. Soon I began to realize that just before the show went off, that funny old guy came on.
After a while, I began to watch for that funny old guy. Sometimes he was really funny and sometimes he wasn’t. I noticed that a lot of the times when I didn’t think he was funny, Mom and Dad seemed to think he was especially funny. I didn’t understand that. Through my teenage years I certainly didn’t seek Andy Rooney out, but if I happened to be in the room when he was on TV I definitely paid attention. In my 20’s I didn’t see much 60 Minutes, but began watching it a little more in my 30’s. My husband and I would try to at least catch the end to see what Andy Rooney was complaining about now. In recent years, I’ve rarely missed an episode of Andy’s rants.
So when I heard that Andy Rooney was retiring I of course made certain to watch that last broadcast. I knew I would miss the old bastard. He so often said what was or had been on my mind. You know “crap you’ve probably already thought of”. I wondered what he would do now that he was retired. It seemed that writing had been his whole life. I guess it pretty much was.
I watched 60 Minutes last Sunday but at the end, it just wasn’t the same. I realized just how much I was going to miss America’s favorite curmudgeon. I thought since it was Friday, that we’d all take a moment to watch one of his broadcasts. And besides being cute and classic Andy Rooney, we can all chuckle at the title. We miss you Mr. Rooney!