I’ve been doing magic since I was in grade school and in high school I got a part time job in a department store, hoping as a salesman I could show some tricks to customers. But alas, Mac, the store manager, assigned me a job as a stock boy. In the basement. Alone.
I hated being alone and smoked cigarette after cigarette as I did my work down there. Alone. Yes, in those days I smoked. Two packs a day. Well, one day Mac caught me smoking in the basement. That wasn’t allowed. “Hey kid,” Mac said, “Make that cigarette disappear. Now!” I looked up in apparent fear and I put the cigarette into my left hand, snapped my right hand over my left and opened my left hand. The cigarette was gone! “Okay?” I asked Mac. “Hey kid, come up here.” I was a salesman!