It's The Maritime Equivalent Of Rock Climbing.

But By The Time I Was 40, Everything Was Winding Down. It Started After The War. On The Plus Side, There Was More More Products And Technology. But For Me The Nightlife Was Winding Down, The Glamour, The Fun.

They Would Glue The Wig To The Front Of My Forehead, And After A While It Would Give Me A Headache.

I'm 86 And My Doctor Used To Tell Me To Slow Down - At Least He Did Until He Dropped Dead.

The Make Up Took About An Hour To Put On, But The Wig Was A Thing That Bothered Me More Than Anything Else.

I Should Only Have Been As Lucky As Valentino, In The Movies - I Didnt Have To Be A Gigolo. In Real Life.