This is more than a little off topic, but my maternal grandfather, Charles Johnson, was a professional boxer from the Bronx. As such, he met Frank James at an exhibition in, I believe, the early 1900s after Frank had been released from his sentence, and shook his hand.
The only proof of this is my Pa's word, which is good enough for me. I was too young at the time to ask more questions.
We deal in lead, friend.
Great little story Gorch. It always amazing the stories people have tucked away.