Outlaws
A memory popped into my head out of no where when I was driving home last weekend. There was a television series back in the mid sixties titled "The Legend of Jesse James." The leading man was handsome, as I recall, and that is probably the reason I wanted to watch it. Of course, in television land, the James brothers were modern day Robin Hoods, which made for a very romantic story line. It wasn't the show itself that emerged from my thoughts, but rather a conversation I had with my daddy one evening. Daddy walked in to the "front" room, took his reading glasses off and stuck them in his pocket, and then observed the show for a few minutes. "I went to see Frank James when I was a youngster," he stated in a very matter of fact tone. "You what?" I remember turning all my attention to him. "Yeah," he confirmed. "The James Farm was 10 or so miles from Excelsior Springs, and one day we went over there to set our sights