I was a kid in North Dakota in the 1940's. No Internet back then. Heck, there wasn't even television. So we got our entertainment from books and radio programs. I don't know where I got the idea I wanted to be a magician but one year I got a magic set for Christmas. Over the years I had a pretty good collection of books on magic. And I gathered together some paraphernalia for making coins disappear and confounding my playmates with a deck of playing cards. My mother was pretty good with a sewing machine and with craft paper and she made me a black magician's cape and a black top hat and sent The Great Taylor out to do a show.
Now those pants and dusty old cowboy boots could have used some work but look at those hands. Magician's hands!
The magic shows didn't last but acting had gotten under my skin. In high school and college I was in a number of plays and entertained the idea of becoming a professional actor. Alas! Youthful dreams.
But speaking of dreams, check out this dreamboat.
Mom outdid herself creating this Prince Charming costume for some play or operetta from my far and distant youth.
Eat your heart out, Pacino!
