luke here, Despite the sun near setting on our five-and-a-bit week jaunt around the upper reaches of Missourah, the pace has far from slowed. And although it's a little less frenetic now than it has been at times, today - our third-to-last full day States-side - was nonetheless packed with history and hamburgers. Jesse James needs no introduction, a man of as much ill-repute and denunciation as of folkhero status, an icon with as many adherents arguably as opponents. I can't help but like the guy. I cannot in good conscience say that I knew him well, nor can I quote his vital statistics: favourite fish, shoe-size or birthdate. But what I do know about him, I admire. He was towy. And I don't mean throw his toys towy, drop to the floor towy, and wail
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