It was the summer of 1965, still early in June so the heat had not yet arrived to chase residents indoors. Every year about this time, the BoJo Man came through Brownsville with his rickety cart full of wares. No one knew his real name, they just called him the BoJo Man and that suited him just fine, as long as they were paying customers. His cart was pulled by a tired old nag named Agnes, but he treated her tenderly because she was the only company available to a traveling peddler. He didn’t have much this year, but he had one special item and was certain of a ready buyer. Mr. T, the proprietor of the cigar shop had an eye for antiques and was always looking for exotic things to collect. The BoJo Man happened to know Mr. T had a keen interest in carousel horses. He had a beauty in his cart, Mr. T was sure to love. The horse needed a little paint but otherwise, it was a fine specimen.