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Editor's Notes |
This excerpt was created in the absence of an abstract.
This couch potato's favorite little Idaho is in front of a television watching movies, preferably some old classics or personal favorites. Engulfed by the images before me, I fantasize about becoming Gary Cooper, or, as occurred this week, about combining the best of Gregory Peck, Anthony Quinn, and David Niven. I have also pictured myself as Sam Elliott astride his calvary mount at Gettysburg or as Henry Fonda being the quintessential American in any one of several dozen movies. Obviously, I am no piker when it comes to spending the currency of the imagination.
Most weeks involve Spencer Tracy or Humphrey Bogart (in his post-gangster movies), but my movie fixation and apparent need to become someone else have also led me to imagine myself as Richard Dreyfuss in Jaws and Close Encounters of the Third Kind, a fabrication that is at least anthropometrically somewhat reasonable....
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