Pee-wee Wanna-be

I've always appreciated Paul Reubens and his persona of Pee-wee Herman. I own the complete set of his brilliant Saturday-morning cartoon, Pee-wee's Playhouse (I WANT a flying bicycle and my own personal genie, damn it!), and for my birthday one year my daughter and wife bought for me a trip to New York to see Pee-wee on Broadway.

I feel bad about his downfall, I really do. I don't care that he was pleasuring himself inside an adult movie theater -- that's his business, not ours ... 
  
Pee-wee, you pervert! ...
...  I know you are, but what am I?

Pee-wee loves everything larger than life. Remember his banjo-size toothbrush?

So it is with great pleasure that I share with you this photo of me and my wife in our recent trip to Apalachicola, down in the Florida panhandle.



I loved this chair so much ... I married it!