Today I was listening to “Just a Dream Away,” and tears came to my eyes. Admittedly a perfectly normal and understandable reaction, but I realized I didn’t know exactly why I was crying.
Why exactly does this song provoke this reaction from me? Is it purely the beauty of the song and the performance? Or is it the dramatic irony of knowing Richard Hunt’s eventual fate? Is it the inherent lovability of Mudwell the Mudbunny? Or is it the contrast between his speaking voice and his singing voice? Is it entirely due to one of these factors, or is a combination of two or more of them?
I still haven’t figured it out yet. Perhaps I never will.
Maybe it’s better not to know. Maybe if I figured it out, it would break the spell, and the song wouldn’t have the same effect on me anymore.
Frog of La Mancha 
That’s where they went.
Funny, i can’t seem to shake off the feeling that’s where they all went — Jim, Richard and Jerry, the Muppets as we used to know them, a few writers personally adored, the actors and singers we loved of old. They aren’t very far — still close enough for us to smile, to share the joy and admire the talent, and maybe wipe off a tear or two. Just a dream away.
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