Dude, Howdy

Howdy, Indeed! By J.B. Pravda

After years of painstaking perserverance and, some thought, just plain
dumb luck, they had found the lost footage; carefully restoring the
aged celluloid film had taken months, summoning the finest chemists and
restorers' talents, but now the world could finally know the joy and
wonder of that long-forgotten gem from the Golden Age of live broadcast
television: Howdy Doody's Fun Hour Special, featuring a drunken
blood-spewing expectorating fit by the chain-smoking, self-described
'cowpoke', avuncular Bob and, most disturbing, detailed photos of young
Doody's ill-advised facial surgery, at once berouging his cheeks
eyelining his eyes and removing his freckles and, somehow, with them,
his once insouciant demeanor.