About
Much has been written about me-very little of it true. Some say I was born from a lightning strike hitting a Rough Rider’s raised saber in a skirmish near El Caney, but still others say I was born of a woman but raised by a bear sow in the hills outside Dawson City where I was later discovered and forced into the circus along with my surrogate, quadrupedal mother. Neither of these legends is true of course. I am but a simple man of modest traditional upbringing now employed in the great state of Michigan although originally from the rolling golden hills of California.
