Folks, please, it's T.R. or Theodore, not "Teddy". Poor man is spinning in his grave. I swear he'd take his quirt to all your backsides...

Hey Checkman, I was in Cody when you were there. I know because when I walked by the Roosevelt display case for the 10th time there was a fellow standing there making a drooling mess on the floor. Totally embarassing...

...I had already used up a box of Kleenex's and my hankie...

Sinner, great pic's. A few observations:

Is it "global warming", "sunspots" or the virtual parading around half-bare-naked of modern folk that has skin cancer reaching epidemic proportions?

While my Mother was bathing in fresh milk and the prim and proper girls on the Sandhill ranches were wearing flour sacks with eyeholes cut in them over their heads to keep the sun off, every sensible manjack wore a right and proper hat when he strutted around in the sun. No longer...

TR and Kermit have it right in those pics, as does everybody else hamstrung by white skin.

Anybody know where TR's sporterized Springfield went/is?