I Know You Are But What Am I?
I know you are, but what am I?
Another icon dead and gone.
It happens.
Has happened.
Will happen.
And gonna happen even more as I get older.
Sinead O’Connor.
Pee Wee Herman.
These things come in threes, and though I don’t have to hold any sort of breath to wait, I know another is coming.
The weird way about this news being delivered was via headline.
I was standing in a graveyard talking to a rock.
Or if it’s marble, is it a sculpture?
A marker? A stone?
Either way, I was visiting a couple of ghosts after a tour of Pine Bluff, giving them updates and keeping them up to speed.
My phone gave a little buzz in my pocket, so I pulled it out to check.
Not to be rude to Mamaw and Papaw, but they’ve really got nothing but patience now.
The headline read: Paul Rueben, Pee Wee Herman, dead at…
There’s something sort of appropriate about getting the notice while standing among the headstones.
It made me sad though.
