In 1944 you would have then matured to the ripe old age of...eight.
Did your parents take you to see Laurette Taylor in, arguably, the greatest stage performance of the twentieth century?
Your poor parents....lol..... How did they react to the knowledge that in the 1940’s their single digit aged son aspired to be Lee J. Cobb rather then Joe DiMaggio. How wonderful that it appears that they allowed you to march to the beat of your own drummer.
