Paul Reubens (born Paul Rubenfeld
on August 27, 1952, in Peekskill, New
York), is a Jewish-American actor,
writer, and comedian, best known
professionally for his character
"Pee-wee Herman".

Born in Peekskill, New York, on August
27, 1952, Paul Reubenfeld grew up in
Sarasota, Florida, where his parents
owned a lamp store. During winters,
The Ringling Brothers and Barnum and
Bailey Circus called Sarasota home,
and young Paul counted such big-top
families as the Wallendas and the
Zacchinis among his neighbors. When
he was 11-years-old, he joined the local
Asolo Theater, and during the next six
years, he appeared in a variety of plays.
After graduating from Sarasota High
School in 1970, he attended Boston
University for one year before deciding
to seek his fortune as Paul Reubens in
Hollywood, where he enrolled as an
acting major at the California Institute
of the Arts and accepted a string of
pay-the-rent jobs ranging from pizza
chef to Fuller Brush salesman.

In the 1970s, Reubens performed at
local comedy clubs and made four
guest appearances on The Gong Show.
He soon joined the L.A.-based
improvisational comedy team The
Groundlings and remained a member
for six years, working with Bob McClurg,
John Paragon, Susan Barnes, and Phil
Hartman. Hartman and Reubens
became friends, often writing and
working on material together. Reubens
wrote sketches and developed his
improvisational skills. He also forged a
significant friendship and working
relationship with Hartman, with whom
he developed the "Pee-wee Herman"
character. Pee-wee was an eccentric
man-child in a too-small grey suit, red
bow tie, short buzz cut, and a
perpetually giddy disposition. His
distinctive "Ha Ha" laugh became the
character's catch phrase.

Reubens auditioned for Saturday Night
Live prior to Eddie Murphy's first season,
but wasn't accepted into the cast.
Instead, he started a stage show with
the Herman character. Originally,
Reubens imbued "Pee-wee" with a
sexuality that was later toned down as
the character made the transition from
raucous night club to children's
television (though sexual innuendo was
still readily apparent, especially with
the "Cowboy Curtis" and "Miss Yvonne"
segments; Curtis was played by actor
Laurence Fishburne and Miss Yvonne
was played by Lynne Marie Stewart).
His stage show was immortalized by
HBO when The Pee-wee Herman Show
was aired in 1981.

In 1980, Reubens landed a small role
in the film The Blues Brothers. He also
appeared in Cheech and Chong's Next
Movie in 1980 and Nice Dreams in
1981, and Meatballs Part II in 1984
with Misty Rowe.

While on a Warner Bros. set, Reubens
noticed that most of the people rode
around on bicycles, and asked when he
would get his. Warner Bros. presented
him with a refurbished 1940s Schwinn;
Reubens then abandoned the Pee-wee
Herman script he was writing in favor of
one about Herman's love for his bike
and his efforts to locate it once it's
stolen. Hartman, Reubens, and Michael
Varhol co-wrote the script for Pee-wee's
Big Adventure and in 1985 the film,
directed by Tim Burton, was released.
Pee-wee was the originator of the
Pee-wee dance in the movie.

The following year in 1986, Pee-wee
(along with Hartman) found a home on
the small screen with the Saturday
morning children's program Pee-wee's
Playhouse on the American CBS
network for the next five years (Hartman,
Shirley Stoler, Johann Carlo, Gilbert
Lewis and Roland Rodriguez only
appeared on the show for the first 13
episodes before the four characters
were dropped from the show). In the
case of Lewis, he was fired and a new
actor, William Marshall, was hired to
play the King of Cartoons. The show
starred Pee-wee living in a wild and
wacky house, known as the Playhouse,
full of talking chairs, animals, robots,
and other puppet and human
characters. During the time Pee-wee's
Playhouse aired it garnered 22 Emmy
Awards.
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The Stars at Night Are Big and Bright...
The Bone Pile
March 22, 2006



*Clap*Clap*Clap*Clap*...Deep in the Heart of Texas!  I know it, T-Boners.  
Even if you aren't from Texas, you saw the title and you felt the urge to
finish it out for me.  It may all be from your obsession with
Pee Wee's Big
Adventure
and his trip to the Alamo basement, but that's ok, too.

I spent all of last week in Pagosa Springs, Colorado and it is good to be
back home.  Kitty and I took a week long trip up there snow skiing.  It was
not everything I expected and that is what I'd like to devote this column
towards.

To start, I'd like to say how long and drawn out planning this trip was.  I
started planning the trip back in early December.  We went through several
plans and several different sets of people going with us until we finally
figured out that it was just going to be us going on the trip.  So we aimed
for what is most affordable and worth the money.  We stumbed across Wolf
Creek Ski on the Colorado Ski site.  They have great prices and they
advertise that they have the most snow in Colorado.  In a year when most
places were very short on snow, this sounded good.  We had originally
wanted to go to New Mexico to ski, but there was minimal snowfall at all of
the resorts in New Mexico.  

By the time we got the resort picked, it was too late to get plane tickets.  
The good deals were gone and the normal airline packages had already
tripled in cost.  So we prepared to make the 12 hour drive to Pagosa
Springs, where Wolf Creek is located.  We found a great cabin called
America's Best High Country Lodge (the cabin from here on out) and the
prices there were unbelievably low.  We rented the last cabin available.

After a few weeks of anticipation, we took off on Friday at midnight to avoid
the Dallas traffic.  We took it easy getting there and arrived in Colorado
around one in the afternoon.  It was already snowing heavily so we
anticipated having great powder on the mountain.  If that isn't the
understatement of the year, I don't know what is.  I checked us into the
cabin and it was everything I hoped it would be and more.  The scenery
surrounding the place and all of the amenities were great.  Then we took
off to the ski lodge to rent my skis ahead of time.  Oh boy, was that an
adventure!  The resort is about 20 miles away from the cabin.  I learned
that there is no lodging at the actual ski resort.  Somebody planned that
one out really well (hint one of many notes of sarcasm to come).   It was
snowing worse than I'd ever seen before and it took about an hour just to
get to the lodge.  Most people were flashing their lights at me beckoning
me to turn around and not try to get up the mountain.  I'd driven that far, I
wasn't about to turn back.  

I got my skis and we were on our way back into town.  We decided to go get
groceries for the cabin.  We were about 2 miles from the grocery store
when I noticed two dogs on the side of the road and they started to make
their way out into the icy/snowy road.  I've got a weak spot for animals, so I
made a slow stop and let the dogs pass by through the road.  No need for
doggie deaths on my vacation.  Just as I thought it was ok...SLAM...I get hit
from behind by a Tahoe.  (Note to readers, this is my new Trailblazer that I
bought just last month.  The damage was minimal, but I feel devastated at
this moment.)  My vacation has not gotten off to a very auspicious start.  
We trade insurances and file a police report and go our separate ways.  
That's all I really remember from that night, just me being pissed.

Kitty and I woke up early because we are excited to start our first day of
skiing/snowboarding.  We get a nice breakfast from the lobby and hear the
the mountain may be closed because they received over 30 inches of snow
in 24 hours and they needed to test for avalanches.  It turned out that they
had done the tests early that morning and the pass to the mountain was
open.  By the end of the day, I had wished they had kept the pass closed.  
We made our way to the resort slowly and with much trepidation.  Once
there, we got on the lifts and we could barely see farther than two lift chairs
in front of us.  This is what is called a "white out".  It was snowing even
heavier than the day before and the wind was howling.  When we were
reaching the last face of the mountain at the top of the lift, we saw what
appeared to be floating torsos spread all over.  We came to realize that
these were people who were sunk waist deep in powder on what should be
normal trails.  Kitty gave me the "we are so screwed" look.  And she was
right.  One turn off the lift and it wasn't 20 seconds before we had both
entrenched ourselves in our own little spot.  I had to detach my skis and
essentially swim out of the snow to a point where I wouldn't sink 3-4 feet
into the snow.  The run we chose to take should have taken about 8-10
minutes on a normal day.  I believe it took us nearly an hour and a half.  
We called it a day after that one and only run.  

The next day was better, but not by far.  The snow had finally settled down,
but I'm not sure that the grounds crew was ready for the challenge ahead
of them.  If you have never been skiing, the resort has a responsibility to do
something to each slope called "grooming".  That means they take a
machine and make sure that each slope is fit to go down in a safe manner.  
There are 77 slopes at Wolf Creek.  I believe they groomed MAYBE 15.  
Others, they just let the skiers try their luck and try to carve it for the next
idiot that followed them.  So for the 15 groomed slopes that existed, it got
pretty congested.  I've never almost run over so many people.  Lunch was
a disaster, too. I waited over an hour in line to get my lunch. I felt like I
wasted half of the day just waiting for a craptastic hamburger when I just
could have gone to my car and made a sandwich, had I thought to bring
sandwich materials.  The rest of the day turned into a blur after that.  I
couldn't wait to get to the hot tub later that afternoon.

On the third day of skiing, it finally got better, in most aspects.  The trails
were finally groomed so we had a lot more slopes to choose from.  We did
realize that there was a problem though.  Someone spouted out a fact that
Wolf Creek was built to host about 800 people.  Over 6000 people had
showed up each day last week.  That means extremely long lift lines.  I've
never waited more than 10 minutes to get on a lift.  Someone told me they
waited over an hour and a half to get on a lift.  All of the lifts go from the
base except for one that is hidden away.  We were lucky enough to escape
to that hidden lift for a good portion of the day.  Toward the end of the day,
we braved one line and found ourselves at a man made snow ski jump that
some guys had carved into one of the runs.  They had been hanging out at
that spot all day and invited Kitty and I to join them.  Kitty had been
searching for a good jump to do because she can't see them when she's
snowboarding.  By the time she actually sees it, she's gone past it.  This
was a great opportunity for her to try it.  Of course, she made me go first.  
The ramp was built to make for a very high jump, so I ended up eating it.  
The landing zone was pure powder, so it didn't hurt.  Kitty ate it too, but it
looked good.  We both made 3 jumps each and thanked the guys for letting
us hang out with them.  That hour made the day for us.  I'll be sure to post
some pictures of that next week when I get the film developed.

On our fourth and final ski day, I believe that the ski jump had taken its toll
on Kitty.  She was extremely sore and tired and was having trouble with
control.  I can understand because the same thing happened to me last
year at Snowbird in Utah.  When you can't control yourself moving at 50-60
mph, it is scary and you don't want to test your fate with that.  So we did a
few runs and called it quits for this trip.  It's a shame too because the
slopes had just gotten in the condition that I really like them in.  She likes
the powder and I like them slightly icy.  Day four had some icy slopes really
running and the powder was pretty diminished.  This probably played a
huge part in her losing some control of her board, as well.  But that's ok,
because the lines still sucked royally and we had done some pretty hard
skiing over the last few days.

The next day, we packed up all of our things and said farewell to our great
little cabin.  But before we left town completely, we decided to visit the
town's other attraction.  I doubt many of my readers knew this (my nod to
you if you did), but Pagosa means "healing waters" in some native
American tribe's language.  A brochure we picked up said that Pagosa
Springs is home of the world's largest natural hot springs resort.  Kitty and I
were both a bit sore and thought it would be a great way to end the trip.  
The springs are all outdoors and most of them are set up in concrete
pools, others in more natural settings. But they all smell like they have
many natural minerals in them.  Sometimes the sulfur is a bit overbearing,
but at least you know it is authentic.  The pools ranged in temperature from
96 degrees to 112 degrees.  A normal hot tub is about 102-105 degrees,
just to give you a comparison.  I could have stayed at the springs all day,
but we needed to make our way back to Texas.  

I want to add something.  To my knowledge, most of my readers hail from
either Texas or Louisiana.  I may be wrong because I don't see the ticker
saying where my hits come from.  So please feel free to chime in from
wherever you are and let me know your feelings.  While I was in Colorado,
it came to my attention that the locals in Colorado and those of New Mexico
are not too fond of Texans.  I truly can't understand it because everyone I
encountered from Texas and Oklahoma were the nice people at the resort.  
The locals were the rude assholes.  I spoke with someone who lived in
Pagosa who had moved there from Dallas about it and they said that for
some reason, they just hate Texas.  

Is it jealousy that Texas is bigger and receives a lot of attention?  Is it
because Colorado is a liberal state and we are home of George Bush?  Is it
because UT put a spanking on Colorado in the Big 12 football
championship on their way to winning the national title last year?  I really
don't know.  But they should thank their lucky stars that Texas chose their
resort and their town to visit this year for spring break.  I cannot fathom the
amount of money they made off of Texans last week.  I truly can't.

I know that not every state feels this way about Texas.  As it has been
documented throughout the past year, I am originally from Louisiana.  
Growing up in Shreveport and living in Monroe for 4 years, I always thought
that those people in north Louisiana were like Jr. Texans.  Football rules in
our towns and we love BBQ and rodeo.  People in Shreveport (other than
me) love the Dallas Cowboys WAY over the New Orleans Saints.  Texans
love to gamble in Louisiana.  Louisianians love to shop in Texas.  It's a
great relationship.  Other states need to feel the love.  If you are
judgemental towards Texas, again, I urge you to write me and let me know
why.  I even challenge you to come to Dallas, Houston, Austin, or San
Antonio for just one weekend and see the sites and realize just how friendly
we are down here.  

That said, despite some of the shortcomings of the local people and the
resort itself, Kitty and I had an awesome time.  In retrospect, I wouldn't go
back to Wolf Creek nor can I recommend it to my friends.  Places like
Breckenridge or the resorts in Salt Lake City just blow this place into the
ground.  But it was a nice adventure and we had our fun.  I cannot wait for
some of the pictures.

Until next time, throw up a big Texas "T" for...

T-BONE!

contact:
vwbeetleman@yahoo.com
Pagosa Springs is a town located in
Archuleta County, Colorado. As of the
2000 census, the town had a total
population of 1,591. It is the county
seat of Archuleta CountyGR6.

"Downtown Pagosa Springs" was the
final destination for a duo of truckers in
the 1975 Country song Wolf Creek Pass
by C.W. McCall. U.S. Highway 160 from
the pass to town goes through a vertical
drop of around 5,000 feet, and is
described in the song as "hairpin
county and switchback city".

Pagosa Springs is located at 37°16'5"
North, 107°1'28" West (37.268032,
-107.024554)GR1.

According to the United States Census
Bureau, the town has a total area of
11.4 km² (4.4 mi²). 11.3 km² (4.4 mi²) of
it is land and 0.1 km² (0.04 mi²) of it is
water. The total area is 0.68% water.

As of the censusGR2 of 2000, there
were 1,591 people, 633 households,
and 415 families residing in the town.
The population density was 140.2/km²
(363.1/mi²). There were 746 housing
units at an average density of 65.8/km²
(170.2/mi²). The racial makeup of the
town was 74.61% White, 0.50% African
American, 2.20% Native American,
0.25% Asian, 0.00% Pacific Islander,
18.73% from other races, and 3.71%
from two or more races. 43.18% of the
population were Hispanic or Latino of
any race.

There were 633 households out of
which 32.4% had children under the
age of 18 living with them, 46.1% were
married couples living together, 13.6%
had a female householder with no
husband present, and 34.4% were
non-families. 27.8% of all households
were made up of individuals and 10.3%
had someone living alone who was 65
years of age or older. The average
household size was 2.48 and the
average family size was 3.07.

In the town the population was spread
out with 27.6% under the age of 18,
9.4% from 18 to 24, 26.9% from 25 to
44, 24.8% from 45 to 64, and 11.3%
who were 65 years of age or older. The
median age was 37 years. For every
100 females there were 96.4 males. For
every 100 females age 18 and over,
there were 94.3 males.

The median income for a household in
the town was $29,469, and the median
income for a family was $33,831.
Males had a median income of
$24,125 versus $21,406 for females.
The per capita income for the town was
$15,355. 14.1% of the population and
11.9% of families were below the
poverty line. 14.6% of those under the
age of 18 and 21.1% of those 65 and
older were living below the poverty line.