It's such a good feeling, a very good feeling
This morning, I realized that for much of my childhood, I watched a grown man come into a house, take off his shoes, and immediately put on sneakers. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I've always suspected that that was The Way Things Are Done, and my one-pair-of-shoes-a-day lifestyle was always a life of shame.
Now an arguably grown man, I realized that I have the power to change this. Or at least to look up Mr. Rogers on the Internet and see if anyone figured out what that shit was all about. Of all the interesting facts I learned from Wikipedia (which as you already undoubtedly know is never wrong), perhaps most telling was that he was born in (Old) Latrobe, Pennsylvania... the home of Rolling Rock Beer. You go, preacherman!
But then I read that, in fact, he did the sneaker thing for years because they were quieter on the set. What I'd presumed for years was a Rockwellian piece of Americana propriety was just Rogers not having time to change in his dressing room. Or maybe he was lazy. Or maybe he didn't have a dressing room. I guess some mysteries will have to endure.