It’s hard to believe that a former heartthrob of mine turned 98 today. Ninety-freakin-eight! That’s a full 38 years older than me, and I’m not ashamed to admit the guy totally flipped my cookie jar lid for decades.
Born to poor Jewish immigrants, Issur became one of Hollywood’s leading men in the 1950s and 60s. My formative decades. The decades in which I fell head-over-heels in love with movies and movie stars. Mom loved Issur too; it was probably contagious.
Once a hunk, always a hunk! Kirk Douglas, you rock!
