John didn't tell us anything about his dealings. He said it was for our own protection. After a few years of piecing things together we noticed a pattern, that he would get eerily calm right before something big happened. It was as if he'd set all of the actors into motion, hurtling towards a shocking but inevitable conclusion, and was waiting for it to play out. Just like Moriarty, only there was no Sherlock Holmes to stop him. NOTE: Nixon resigned two days after this photo was taken.
Previously unreleased photo of John risking his life for a thrill. This is at the make-or-break point of the sidewalk on Napoli, between Amalfi and Sunset. You either make the turn, or you break something as you jump off and hope the car doesn't end up on Sunset Blvd. The thick beds of ivy on either side are deceptive. Sprinkler heads lurked beneath the soft and safe exterior. We trusted our lives, and the existence of future generations, to those spindly wheels.
Scripts for juvenile and teen roles stopped coming to the house, and John realized that if he wanted to keep working he needed to reinvent himself. This is a headshot from 1988.
