Chapter One



I have been working on this book for a long time.  To me, it has a life of its own.  It breathes.  It grows and changes.  It ages.  The young man who begins the book is not the old man who is still writing it now.  I want it to be immediate.  I want people not only to read my life, I want them to see it, feel it.  I hope in its pages, you will find a mostly comic portrait of an artist and the time in which he lived.  More importantly, I hope you will find a human being.


The hurts of childhood.  The wounds that stay with us all our lives.


I was born in New Rochelle, New York in 1928.  My father was Franklin Wulp.  My mother was Ida.  I had one brother two years older than myself named Franklin Jr.  MORE...

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