When I was in junior high my younger brother had a rare heart condition and was not expected to live long ( he lived another 50 years). The state fair was going on and while I was in school the police came and took him and my mother to the fair, just drove right in thru the main gate. When I got home he said a man dressed in black cowboy clothes pushed him around in a wheel chair and "asked" all the carnies to let him win at their booths and give him prizes. He then showed me the autographed picture the man in black gave him. It was Lash LaRue. I was so jealous!

