Men of my generation — huddled within the arbitrary boundaries of Generation X — are like men of any other. We tend to romanticize the cultural offerings of our youth. And after taking stock of my own childhood, I’ve come to the realization that my nostalgia can probably be boiled down to two words: Harrison Ford.
Of course there were sports stars and many genuine real-life heroes along the way, but really, looking back, nothing quite captured a young boy’s imagination like Indiana Jones or Rick Deckard — and certainly no one could match the élan of Han Solo.
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