He was involved in some "insane" business (top of the third column from the left) back in the early 20th century. (You should also peruse the ads in the linked newspaper — they're a great window on the past: "One whiskey may seem as good as another to the man of perverted taste.")
Raising and racing these birds, while not as popular as it once was, is still a pastime pursued enthusiastically here in the city.
Can you spot one of these guys on the utility pole at the opposite end of the path?
