Recent content by Salty O'Rourke

While Ladd hits all the noir PI notes in this cameo, it's his only outing as a private eye on the silver screen. The closest he came was as an investigative reporter in Chicago Deadline.

Just take a look at my signature line.

Baltimore. I would have said Gary, Indiana, but from the looks of it some creature has already stomped the, uh, stuffing out of it.

Artie Shaw's Nightmare.

My 1950 Farmall Cub. I fabbed the carryall from a set of pallet forks and a fast-hitch point I picked up from at a salvage dealer. She gets regular use mowing my 2 acre field and maintaining the lane coming in from the road.

Salty O'Rourke saunters back into the lounge... I retired from the corporate/office rat race a few years ago, but re-entered my old industry in a project management role that requires fairly rugged attire when I venture into the field. But at all times, in the field or working from home, I...

I'm kicking myself for not ordering one when I had the chance. Anybody have one in 7 1/4 that they can part with?

When did Borso move to reeded sweats? That will give you a starting point.

Working my way through Ross MacDonald's Lew Archer novels, currently on The Far Side of the Dollar - classic stuff, as good when you know how they end as they were on the first reading.

Looks like a cleric's hat - think Guido Sarducci:

If it's good enough for this guy, it's good enough for me...

Shorts in hot weather is one thing but that backwards baseball cap business sets my teeth on edge. It's the whoopie hat of our era, carried over into adulthood (excepting Goober Pyle, I don't think too many adults sported whoopie hats). Don't get me started on flip-flops.

Better Dr S than Mr. Mind.

Now I'm convinced - you're him!

Are you the Ghost Who Walks?