Across the street from Three Star Produce sat Walt Disney Studios. Animators working on Bambi required live animals to serve as models for their drawings, and the lot took on the appearance of a zoo. Every day Harry carried over buckets of trimmings—discarded leaves, vegetable skins, and bruised chunks—for the critters, about to be immortalized as Disney’s eternal and irreverent cartoon characters. The Disney Studios sent him a Christmas card signed by Walt Disney in his tidy, looping hand. It was one of the few personal greetings that Harry would receive in Los Angeles.
