is the grass any bluer...

is the grass any bluer...
...in Cincinnati!

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

PeeWee's Alamo

The OG of Bicycle Bullies

Remember Pee-wee's Playhouse?

It was on every Saturday morning, and my son and I would love watching the antics of his friends Chairy and Mrs. Renee and Cowboy Curtis and all sorts of crazy characters.

Phil Hartman was someone my son had kept telling me about re one of Hartman's bits on Saturday Night Live, which I never got to see because I worked Saturday nights. Anyway he finally convinced me who he was by stressing, "Mom, he's Captain Carl on Peewees Playhouse!"
Tequila!

At any rate, in my family we always imitate people and their voices. It is a family born trait, probably an item on ancestry.com somewhere, but everyone from Dad to Mom to Becky to 6 more us Thomas kids. We would imitate people as soon as we would hear them speaking, if they indeed had a voice that was mimickable.
Hartman got his start
writing for Peewee 

I will, however, take credit at this very moment for being the first of my siblings to imitate my father. I had worked for him for several years, listened to him negotiate deals with tobacco company officials from all over the world on the phone ... and I grew up listening to him, and so had everybody else...but I was the first, I'm going to claim it and I'm going to name it. That makes no sense, thanks for listening.
PeeWee getting CHAIRIE hugs

We are in the middle of a worldwide epidemic of the coronavirus, and I have been isolated most of the last 120 days.

I have not yet lost my mind, but from time to time I have wandering thoughts about everything and just want to tell someone. And since you my Lambchops are like the counselor that never replies, but just listens, I shall tell you things like this from now until until the end of my ink.

Love y'all,
Kimmy

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