
Yes, I know this picture is creepy. Get over it.
When I was a wee lad, I had an affinity for Pee Wee.
One Halloween, in 1988, I even convinced my parents to
buy me a Pee Wee costume from the local Ben Franklin’s.
The assemble had a cheap Paul Rubens’ face mask which
was molded from flimsy painted plastic with a stretchy string
to hold it on It also came with a thin gray plaid cotton fabric
pull over shirt and pants fashioned to look like a suit with a
red tie. I fancied being able to“do the Pee Wee dance” to the
song Tequila standing on my toes. Why did I like Pee Wee?
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