Dead.....

...... tomorrow would have been John Wayne's 103rd birthday - had he still been alive today..... and tomorrow as well, I guess, since I chose that particular way to compose the odd sentence above.......

..... but anyway, you get the point...... had his Great Personage not been whisked away from us all so long ago - and in such an untimely manner (as I am sure he would agree readily himself if his tongue hadn't already liquefied decades ago), he'd have been 103 tomorrow.....

..... but, sadly, he IS dead, after all....

..... however, that does not necessarily mean that we cannot still celebrate his birthday tomorrow with happy festivities, fireworks, picnics, and such..... god knows that I certainly will......

... I remember a time when one of my old Marine Corps buddies came to visit me in Scotland after we'd both de-mobbed from the Corps...... he'd just suffered through a heavy dose of jetlag, and when he finally emerged from the spare bedroom I greeted him with breakfast, a pint of McEwan's, and a promise of an old John Wayne movie to wake him up and put him in the right frame of mind for exploring Scotland...... well, he ate the breakfast, downed the pint, and then baulked at the idea of watching a Duke flick....... I did my best to assure him that he'd enjoy it, but he was a dyed-in-the-wool Clint Eastwood fan and didn't agree.....

.... I chose "Cahill, U.S. Marshall" that morning, and after the opening credits he was a born again fan of John Wayne.......

.... he actually sat in my living room - after the opening credit scene finished playing - and said, "I always thought Wayne was just a washed up old fat man....... but that scene?...... that's possibly the best opening scene for a Western that I have ever seen....." ....

.... and frankly, I could not agree with him more....... so, here it is....

..... Happy Birthday, John Wayne....... wherever you are, I hope that there are giant barrels of tequila and lots of dusky maidens to pour it for you.........

.... and for what it's worth, I wish you'd made it to one hundred and three......

by Eric on May 25, 2010 | Bullshit (3) | TrackBack (0) | Ummm, Ok....
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J. D. had style, indeed... as did Marion Robert Morrison, AKA John Wayne.

It took not one, but two kinds of cancer to do Wayne in... a bout with lung cancer in 1964 failed to kill him, but stomach cancer succeeded in 1979. Wayne always blamed the lung cancer on his six pack a day cigarette habit, but a more likely suspect is U.S. above-ground atomic testing. A surprisingly high percentage of the cast and crew of The Conqueror, filmed in St. George, Utah in 1956 shortly after the Upshot-Knothole series of A-bomb tests, came down with various forms of cancer. Tough break, Pilgrim.

Bullshitted by Elisson on May 26, 2010 08:30 AM

By golly, I am going to slip my DVD of Big Jake, my all-time favorite, into the player tonight and just enjoy.

Happy B-Day, Duke.

Bullshitted by hoosierboy on May 26, 2010 09:53 AM

God bless 'em. As I'm sure He did.

"Fill your hands, you sonofabith!"

With much respect to Fiona, I love you Eric.

jw

Bullshitted by jw on May 26, 2010 07:12 PM