|The showbiz seeds were planted early when my parents gave me a Jerry Mahoney dummy for Christmas along with Paul Winchell's book Ventriloquism For Fun and Profit.|
|Then, when I was in college, it took over!
My love affair with pens and drawing paper was temporarily eclipsed by the lure of greasepaint and smelly costumes.
|There's no way to overstate the impact on my life of Dr. Arnold Powell (above, standing) the brilliant playwright and director who chaired the Drama & Speech Department while I attended Birmingham-Southern College.|
|Here I am in Fredrich Duerenmatt's The Visit, in which I played an eccentric fellow who walked around a small Swiss town with white shoe polish in his hair.|
|Above: Look! I'm a bewigged British barrister in N. F. Simpson's One Way Pendulum.||Now I'm a bewigged Moliere fop in The Imaginary Invalid.|
|In Samuel Beckett's Endgame I played a legless fellow who lived in a garbage can.
I knew the role would be demanding, but what surprised me was that the re-attachment surgery after the production closed was much more grueling that the initial amputation.
Don't say I wasn't loyal
to my friends who "knew me when"!
|I gave my childhood buddy (seen above with untied shoelaces) a plum role in my Advanced Playwright's Lab project The Sixth Story.|
|And my showbiz career even branched out into television, folks!|
to watch a rube
meet the boob tube.