When I was a young lad, oh...back in the late 70’s and early 80’s, I had several ‘career’ ideas regarding what I wanted to ‘be’ when I grew up.
One of them was a private detective. I was thrilled to no end by the concept of the lone wolf private eye, the ‘dick’, the gum shoe, the bad ass-take-no-shit-tough guy and his renegade life of solitary ways; solving mysteries, catching bad guys, and making it with random women.
I watched quite a lot of black & white detective films with my family back then and was reading books such as The Hardy Boys and The Three Investigators.
What fun, right?
Tales of action and adventure fired my imagination and set my blood afire!
I loved war movies, too! The concept of Brotherhood and friendship through shared adversity and action? Fucking badass. It satisfied something in my blood that I was too young to understand.
Despite my Adventurous spirit and nature, I didn’t get any of that, however. I never designed my life for that path.