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1.

The Diablo of '62

A Devil in Tennis Shoes

Oh yes I was...

At Emily and Tony's, our next door neighbors.

2.

Carey: "The Small"

Exploring our creativity with extreme camera angles, circa 1969.

3.

Carey: "The Big"

Carey always seemed appreciative of my creative ideas.

Sure wish I could find some of those
audio cassette tapes we made.....

4.

Posing With "Fido", Early 1970

Soon after I moved to Ohio in 1969,
"Catastrophe Caveman" made a repeat
appearance, this time in Mrs. Blake's
junior high school music class.

Back in Mrs. Picklesimer's class in Kentucky, it was a hit. But I don't think the Ohio kids could quite "get it". Except for perhaps Tim King and Andy Teetzel.

Too bad I didn't put on the fake
leopard skin, "ape man" outfit
for this photo.

What ever happened to Tim King?

5.

This Is......

Tim Hurst and I would encourage each other to come up with stuff like this. Circa 1968, this particular example is a collection of irrelevant and absurd portrayals of arbitrary subjects. Probably influenced by "Mad Magazine" I suppose. What, me worry?

Around sixth or maybe seventh grade, I began to transcribe into book form material from the original sheets Tim and I had made. Somehow, that book has survived the intervening years. So here are a few pages of it.....

Page 1
Page 2
Page 3
Page 4
Page 5

6.

Timmy Tobacco Juice-Spitter

Now this is an artifact! Circa 1967. In the original pencil script, here is a story I wrote in fourth or fifth grade. Note the use of my friend Tim's name as well as his brother Paul's. Their last name "Hurst" had been used but erased. And note some of the parallels to my recent writing: "Timmy was the kind of grasshopper who..." and "His mother, MRS. Tobacco Juice-Spitter". Kind of spooky! And "The Great Witch Kathy"? We looked to my friend and anchor Kathy for salvation. Kathy must have really looked out for us sub-evolved hominids.

7.

And On The Flip Side....

Why it's an early narrative! VERY early! It describes an incident that must have been so outrageous that I thought it deserved to be put to the rare pencil for posterity.

I didn't realize that I still referred to Tim as "Timmy" this late in our history.

We were not allowed to talk when the teacher was out of the room. She must have been out of the room here, thus the written instructions. But I still must have managed the ire of the "monitor" whose job was to tattle on those who talked in the teacher's absence. Hey, she didn't say we couldn't pass notes! That monitor, whoever she was, must have been afflicted or something! Monitors were always girls. And usually they were afflicted girls. (Ask any male hominid.)