Thursday, September 18, 2014

Buster Crabbe by Frank Frazetta

I met Buster Crabbe in the 1970s, and it was the strangest thing.  He and his wife were sitting at a small folding table in the middle of a mall in Phoenix, and when I walked up, there was no one else around.  I told him how much I had enjoyed watching his films at the army base theater in Germany a decade before that, but for the life of me, I can't recall why they were there...I think they were selling a vitamin line or sump'n....strange

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