The Sundance Kid. Johnny Hooker. Jay Gatsby. Paul Bratter. Bob Woodward. Roy Hobbs. They're all Robert Redford, and they all turned 70 this week.
70. Gulp.
I had a LIFE magazine cover with his beautiful photo on it in my high school locker. I had a big black and white poster of him in his STING pinstripes next to my bed. And he turned 70 this week.
70. I feel so old.
Well, happy birthday. Thanks for all the great work that entertained and influenced me. Thanks for launching a million square-jawed, blue-eyed fantasies. And thanks for the Sundance catalog, which sells really great jewelry.
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