A Dream-Come-Truer.

Certas coisas, Pavlov explica, ficam definitivamente ligadas a determinadas circunstâncias.

Quando era moleque, muitas vezes acordava cedo, sozinho, nos fins-de-semana. E, na falta de companhia qualquer, metia-me a assistir o Daniel Boone. A abertura era sensacional: o Boone arremessava uma machadinha numa árvore (naquele tempo, podia-se), que se rachava ao meio, revelando o nome da série, escrita em “madeira”.

Muitas vezes fazia pipocas, com o requinte de, depois, despejar manteiga derretida por cima. E as engolia, ouvindo a trilha de abertura, inesquecível:

Daniel Boone was a man,

Yes, a big man!

With an eye like an eagle

And as tall as a mountain was he!

Daniel Boone was a man,

Yes, a big man!

He was brave, he was fearless

And as tough as a mighty oak tree!

From the coonskin cap on the top of ol' Dan

To the heel of his rawhide shoe;

The rippin'est, roarin'est, fightin'est man

The frontier ever knew!

Daniel Boone was a man,

Yes, a big man!

And he fought for America

To make all Americans free!

What a Boone! What a doer!

What a dream come-er-true-er was he!

Daniel Boone was a man!

Yes, a big man!

With a whoop and a holler

he c'd mow down a forest of trees!

Daniel Boone was a man!

Yes, a big man!

If he frowned at a river

In July all the water would freeze!
But a peaceable, pioneer fella was Dan

When he smiled all the ice would thaw!

The singin'est, laughin'est, happiest man

The frontier ever saw!

Daniel Boone was a man!

Yes, a big man!

With a dream of a country that'd

Always forever be free!
What a Boone! What a do-er!

What a dream-come-er-true-er was he!

Me deu saudades e achei estas fotos do Daniel Boone, da Rebeca e do Israel. Falta o Mingo – quando ele aparecia, o episódio era dos melhores. Foi o melhor índio de todos os tempos.

Ah, meu Deus, que vontade de comer pipoca!