In the late 70s, early 1980s, My pops bought an awesome Dick Tracy shadowbox art thingy. Not sure what to call it. Chrome frame, colorful background with a painted foreground glass thingy. It lived in the bathroom at my home in east Hollywood for many years until I eventually conned him into giving it to me for my first apartment. It’s got a few seemingly disjointed Dick Tracy comics in the background, with a simple ultra close-up shot of Dick Tracy in the foreground talking into his awesome wrist communicator.
Fong Lee on every tongue, eh?
[c] 2009 Russ of America