JACK McCOY: AUTEUR AND SEXY BEAST

Jack McCoy’s face fills my computer screen (God bless Skype), and once again I’m reminded that the man is imposing. Heading toward imperious. Yes, he has the easy summery drawl that is the birthright of any postwar American-born surfer, but don’t be fooled. He is Patton with just the lightest glaze of Rob Machado. I love bastards like Jack McCoy. I love guys…