20x24 mixed media on canvas. Please ask for quote at: [email protected] Growing up in NEW Jersey:Growing up in Asbury Park, NJ 1960's I remember working for Walter Reed. He had a shop inside the Convention Hall across from the Greek Hot Dog Stand. (Best Hot Dogs I every had). It was called "The Tasty Ten". He invented a kind of giant hamburger called the "Life Raft". I had to construct this half pound slab of raw beef into a raft on a large heavy platter. It was over an inch thick and covered a good 40 square inches . First I had to place fresh lettuce on the platter (that was the ocean) Lots of lettuce, then came the raw onion rings (the white caps). The grilled beef was then placed on the bun and bed of lettuce and now the deck was installed with lots of long french fried potatoes. By God it was a raft! But wait there's more. We need a sail and crew to fill out this Tasty Ten Nightmare. You can tell I was having so much fun. Reed hovering over my like a moth to a 200w light bulb. "Don't sweat on the raft, don't lick your fingers, Jesus Christ what F... is wrong with you kid." The sail was a large slice of provolone cheese and the mast a large chop stick! Olives made up the crew. Finished, what a masterpiece! Mr. Reed loved it. "Now kid when a customer orders one you take the big bun, yeah that's the one, the big sucker and give it a quick toast on the grill with some butter, then put it all one the platter." God Almighty all this for 80 cents an hour and a few Tom Collins every lunch. ( the manager was a college student and would bring me a Tom Collins everyday for lunch to keep me from quitting). Mr. Reed and his creepy ass kissers left and there I was alone in the Tasty Ten with the monster Life Raft burger displayed like a great work of art. Soon the portly burger cooled and the grease turned yellowish-white, the sail began to droop and fell off the chop-stick, the green crisp lettuce gave-up and wilted. It was really disgusting and customers began to poke at it. Some even made jokes about it. The time had come at last to condemn the "Life Raft" olives and all to Davie Jones Locker. Later when Walter Reed came back to admire his creation and found it gone I told him what happened and why it was gone. I feed the beef to Ralph the dog. Reed insisted I make another and he would be back to check. I never made another and he never showed-up. Then there was the atomic coffee maker that left fall-out in every cup, but that's another Tasty Ten Tale. Jack Sell now "living" in Maine will not remove himself from the warm cocoon in which he now resides until June. Then begin to build a new one for yet another damn, sub-zero, frost-bite winter. Thank the maker, I paint.... jrsell.com