When we 'wrapped' THE NIGHT OF THE COSSACKS in January of 1969, it didn't end my relationship with Bob. I would continue to see him almost on a daily basis. Sometimes we would meet Huff, Red, Whitey and some of the other guys for a game of pool, lunch, or just to hang out. It was nice having nothing to do, but Bob preferred to keep busy.

In the summer of 1972, I went with Bob to Vienna, Austria to film a series. When we returned home, Bob and I went our separate ways. I opened a pizza store and Bob continued with his successful career in television. During this same period, Bob build a beautiful mountain retreat in Bear Valley which he now calls home.

Bob sold Frankie Crawford's contract to Jackie McCoy, a very good trainer and manager who has managed/trained many successful fighters. He managed to get Frankie two shots at the featherweight title. Losing the first fight on a very unpopular decision, Frankie told me his heart was not in the second fight, which he lost by another decision.

Near the end of Frankie's career, he was living in Las Vegas and training for a fight when he had an argument with his trainer (not Jackie McCoy) and the man shot Frankie. The bullet severed Frankie's spine, paralyzing him. Unable to live with the pain, Frankie shot and killed himself on January 13, 1983.

Ross, as has so many others who did the show, gone on to bigger and better things with God in Heaven. This, I sincerely choose to believe.

Whitey, who is now the same age as when he was doing the show, is bathing in the luxury of semi-retirement with his wonderful wife Dotty.

Red and his family moved back to his home in Tennessee where Red opened an acting studio.

Bobby Herron, Tommy Huff and most of the other stuntmen are still 'falling down' for the big bucks.

As for myself, what I've done, you probably wouldn't believe. The things I've been accused of, never happened. But, that's another story.