This wasn’t a place where you needed to lock your bicycle; it wasn’t a great place to ride a bicycle. Jim knew he could walk anywhere in town even though his cowboy boots weren’t great for walking. Nevertheless, in the summer, he preferred a little wind in his face, and the bicycle worked for him; it attracted a little attention. Jim gathered and shared information. He carried an album of photos with annotations. He was a part-time freelance antique dealer. He had found that nearly everyone in Wallace and towns nearby owned antiques and would let him photograph and evaluate them. Then he shopped them around town, riding his bicycle from shop to shop with stops at cafés and taverns.