The consummate anti-hero said goodnight last week after putting up quite a fight. A good man, a humble man, star of many great film. Not afraid to sweat it out on the roof, vain enough to refuse a great role because he though he had skinny legs, bold enough to go toe to toe with Steve McQueen and lose. The model for the Hal Jordan version of the Green Lantern, and near the top of Richard Nixon’s list of enemies.
I didn’t like your salad dressing, I can’t stand your cookies, but tonight I’m eating them anyway, sitting on the couch watching Cool Hand Luke, Hud, Cat on a hot tin roof, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Hustler, and I’m gonna watch Long Hot Summer twice.
Good night you strong, silent, beautiful man. Sweet dreams.