History

Many years ago, in a lifetime far far away, I used to act with a charity group.
We would do western skits, comedies, holdups, gunfights, and other forms of lawless mayhem, all to raise money for children's charities.

It was known as the 'Brandywine Creek Gunfighters', and I had several roles.
I was master at arms, and that meant handling firearms safety, explosions, and all things 'boom' related.

I also had the part (and name) of 'Mongo'. That was my name while taking part in various productions and shenanigans. Many of these involved bad guys winding up and hitting me, only to hurt themselves trying. Then I would pick them up and throw them a distance, usually behind some hay bales and onto a padded space. Sometimes I missed.