As an aside....
Back in the late 60s my aunt who lived in NYC dated Peter Max. When she passed away, I was given the chore of cleaning out her bedroom in the family homestead, where she stayed when she came to CT for the weekend.
In her closet I found a shoebox with notes and letters he sent her with all kinds of sketches on the edges of the papers [like doodles, I suppose]
Your post kindled the memory that maybe, I shouldn't have thrown the shoebox in the trash. Heh.
