When Jim performed, I understood it. I got it.… I don’t know what I saw in him, but I saw something. I realize that at first, before we became close friends, Jim appealed to my perverse sense of humor. Sesame Street, which was still a few years off, was for kids, but Henson was not a kids’ act. He was hip and slightly dark. He had cute little creations—and he liked to blow them up.
