I grew up in a small town in Michigan
in the 1940s. My brother, Dave, and I spent most every Saturday afternoon watching B-Movies at the Lyric Theater in town. The B-Westerns, in particular, were my favorite and to this day, a part of me imagines that I'm a handsome, brave, gunslinging cowpoke. That explains the appearance of cowboys now and then in my Death at the Circus series. I've always had pussycats in my life, too, so cats and cat-like creatures show up at the circus, often wearing colorful saddles with riders astride them.