Being I was firmly loyal to Sunkist, who my favorite aunt and cousin grew citrus for in the Bible Belt of California, and I thought Anita Bryant ranked right in there with Sarah Palin as being those who pontificate on subjects they are woefully ignorant about, Uncle Chunk and I boycotted Florida orange juice. Hopalong Cassidy was on the local milk cartons however. Not as a missing person, but as "Hoppy's Favorite Brand of Milk". That milk company hadn't re-designed the labels since I was a baby. Even Aunt Tyra wondered if any kids knew who Hoppy was, and she watched him on the Saturday matinees at the local theater--which banned "Grapes of Wrath" because it stepped on too many local toes. Feelings ran high between Fresno and Bakersfield. And I have shaken Bill Gothard's hand (and washed it many times since, cleaned dirty magazines of the catacombs of the State Capitol Building in Olympia, and body surfed at Pensacola Beach in January. Now I am really getting Foxy
Don't despair if your job and your rewards are few, remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you!