What's most scary about this photograph are those weird Chinese tiny paintings on the wall of our living room. They gave me nightmares every night and I started avoiding them during the day.
The guy on the right is Bobby Lunn, who was my collaborator in our joint venture, the first Future Theater back in the middle 1950s. I wrote the scripts, Bobby built a stage out of an orange crate and then strung lights. We used his mother's PA system and both of us handled the puppets.
Future Theater became a neighborhood phenom and kids and their parents actually bought .25-cent tickets to see our shows. That's me on the left. You can tell because I'm the one poised to do the writing. This photo was taken by a local newspaper reporter, who covered our successful opening.