I grew up in the 60’s when Saturday mornings started laying in the floor, watching a huge TV as I ate cereal mesmerized by the Looney toons. It was the start of our weekend, the time before we vanished into the world outside and explored and played. Bugs Bunny, Wile E Coyote and the Roadrunner, Elmer Fudd, and all their friends were my friends every Saturday.  But my favorite,  was George of the Jungle and Yogi Bear and Booboo. The idea of living in the wild, being friends with the animals and even stealing picnic baskets was a kid dream. Even then I suppose I had a call for the wild and nature in me, and a jungle fantasy that would bleed over into the Tarzan and Jane show… ah what a wonderful life that was.