I didn’t intend to do a story originally. A friend of mine, an editor at MAD Magazine, called to ask if I’d get together with one of their artists who’d just come out with a book (in other words maybe I could put him on TV). We met on the terrasse of the Cafe Select and as soon as I saw his drawings I knew there was a story. Everything he was doing kind of pulled together a lot of little pieces I’d picked up over the years. Only thing was to get his name right. For the longest time, I swear I thought it was “Dan” Tulka.
Whatever his name is or was, his story is one of poetic poignancy.