I learned everything really important from the golden screen. When Mother asked me to go out and get the mail, I swaggered confidently.
As the memories of my childhood swirl through my head, I see myself standing there in boots, jeans, chaps and an oversized hat, spinning my chrome revolvers around my trigger fingers with confidence and grace, and then popping-off a couple of well-aimed shots. As a final embellishment, I pretend to blow the smoke from each muzzle, then place my Colt-45s back in their holsters.…