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It started with Lucky Lindy.
The late 50s. I walked to work over the Brooklyn Bridge. I'd wave down to my new friend Ray Johnson who lived in the shadow of that bridge. He'd stop his shaving and put a wet cloth on his head. Ray humor. I made up poems on the bridge, sending them to Ray. One was about Lucky Lindy. He sent back a collage of Lindbergh by his plane, a Lucky Strike emblem on either side. That started it. For a few years I was to receive Lucky Strike collages, examples not only of Ray's humor but brilliance.
Gerald Ayres
The late 50s. I walked to work over the Brooklyn Bridge. I'd wave down to my new friend Ray Johnson who lived in the shadow of that bridge. He'd stop his shaving and put a wet cloth on his head. Ray humor. I made up poems on the bridge, sending them to Ray. One was about Lucky Lindy. He sent back a collage of Lindbergh by his plane, a Lucky Strike emblem on either side. That started it. For a few years I was to receive Lucky Strike collages, examples not only of Ray's humor but brilliance.
Gerald Ayres