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"I
know you are but what am I?" one can imagine Pee-wee Herman and Bigfoot both saying—with knowing, kitschy outsiderness. First of all, let
me say, I loved "Pee-wee's Playhouse"
and I love Bigfoot. Once upon a time, when two relative wee ones would set foot in
my house (repository of the complete set of "Playhouse" videos), the littlest one would instantly cry, "Pee-pee!" (It didn't mean what you might think.) "Pee-
wee," the bigger one would correct him, rolling her eyes just a bit. You may roll your eyes too when I tell you that a Minnesota
Bigfoot was recently caught on tape by a couple of skeptical hunters. Okay, I
know how it sounds, but you
know, who
knows? Knwo* was found eight times in OhioLINK,
Konw three times,
Kowled* and
Knwl* twice, and
Knolw* once. Takes one to know one.
(Michael Rugg, curator of the Bigfoot Discovery Museum, and American actor Paul Reubens, from Wikimedia Commons.)Carol Reid
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