I think cars should be beautiful, and you ought to make a car—somebody—Ford, Chrysler, G.M.—somebody’s going to bring out one, and they’ll say, “Wow, look at that,” and that’ll get them all out. Until that happens, they’re a bore.
“Call me Irv.”
Late nighters or all nighters were the norm.
Featuring Cyclops, the Bongo family, and quite a number of other oddities.
Making dreams come true.