This is me back in my cow-punching days soon after the American Civil War. Rode with the James Gang for a while but found it a bit dull, so I headed for the Klondike and then the Ballarat Goldfields.
Now a grumpy old hermit in rural Australia.
Underheight, overweight, bald, and bow-legged.
Used-up has-been/never-was, living in the past.
Father of two, grandfather of two, owned by two dogs.