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...