Having just covered why I’m not here for a spell, I feel inclined to make the following acknowledgment.
There’s not much I can say. I adored him in all of his incarnations, and have made no secret of his inspiration.
He was among the last of the great American sex symbols. The sort of individual who ‘women wanted to be with, and men wanted to be‘.
As a child I thought he was second only to Lee Majors, and as an adult, appreciated his charm, panache, and most obviously his hirsuteitude.
Goddammit, Burton Leon Reynolds Jr…
Thank you for all you’ve unwittingly offered me.