Like the rest of America, Howard was upset by the death of poetry icon Dr. Maya Angelou at the tender age of eighty-six. He even prepared a few words to honor her, since what the world needs at moments like this is poetry.
Maya. MY – ya.
Miss you/Ms. You/Miss Ms. Maya
God and you and I and she and we
Oprah … Gayle … Queen Latifah … Jackee Harry from 227
We all speak your name
God will welcome you
Yes … SHE … will
Howard was also fascinated to read that Dr. Angelou was a single mother who worked in a strip club, before she hit the literary jackpot with her memoir 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings'. (Incidentally, nobody in the studio or the office knew why the caged bird sings)
Howard imagined Dr. Angelou as a stripper, imagining that there was a lot of talking, but she probably did 'use her knee'.
If there is a silver-lining to this loss, it's for our own Robin Quivers. Something tells us a seat opened up at Oprah's Legends Ball!