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The most influential kid of those days was a Plymouth guy, who acted like a man really, and was the godsend of my little town, as held-up to-be like. "Why can't you be like Hegel ?" How many times I heard that one ? He was an Eagle scout.
Another thing I learned in museums and I used to visit at least a few, at every city I stayed, was the discrimination of art. If I didn't know the name, or if knowing the name I didn't know the work; always a he, I looked at it without knowing. Then went up to read what it was after. Test judgement and compare it with the official pronouncements. It was the same with people. I saw them without name or history, with just their outfits, and their movement and character actions. It was silent film in the museums, and people couldn't mask their inferiority quirks with talk and distraction. Mostly the innocent or sophisticated there. I was an innocent.
And books were dead-quiet and inside, the words were imagination light-up. Radio - I listened as read and sound affects, the moral of the tale. I was never so much interested in the characters. Who were they ? I didn't know them. They were not real anyway. The degree to which one can relate maybe. The TV or Studio, star-made-authority was mostly a guy I could never much take seriously, the voice like you gotta be kidding. These things were heavily over acted. The voice of God. "Stop or I'll shoot !" The weasel. "You dirty yellow-bellied skunk !" Audio comic books. I was more interested in the stories.
But I did a test. I did a show. I tried to trap live animals, like radio actor trappers.
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