“Prowling” – Juggling the Blues with the Comics, by Michael H. Price
“Ya gotta be a juggler to woik in dis racket,” a senior-staff powerhouse named Frosty Sloane informed me after I had landed my first job in a competitive marketplace, back around 1965. “I thought we were selling shoes,” I answered him. Which of course we were. I had a fleeting mental picture of some Ed…