When I was a boy growing up in Oklahoma City I would go to the show on Saturday. My favorite was John Wayne. Didn’t matter what kind of movie it was; cowboy picture, war movie, I was with him all the way. Except for The Quiet Man that one bored the Hell out of me. By the time I was 9 nine years old I was walking and talking like the Duke. Then one day the walls came crashing down. I was playing Army with the Marshall boys and one of them said off-handedly that John Wayne didn’t do his own fighting, didn’t throw his own punches, take his own hits or his own falls. Well I kicked the Hell out of the Marshall boys and I ran all the way home and asked if it was true that John Wayne didn’t do his own fighting and the answer was yes.