He has the voice of an angel, and the burly fists of Deacon Jones.
He hunts crooked Mexican pharmaceutical executives for sport.
He is a nobleman first, an artisan second, and a maker-of-dreams always.
He WAS the United States Justice Department from 1963 to 1971.
His likeness appears on the Nepalese dollar.
His trousers are hand-woven from the esophageal fibers of those who have wronged him.
He was the best man at Moses Malone’s wedding.
He smells of olives & wisdom.
He is the de facto mayor of Tangier, and has many wealthy acquaintances there.
He is widely considered to have been the ghostwriter for Shel Silverstein.
He is naturally distrustful of the Chinese, and feels guilty for this.
His age is not measured in earthly years, but rather in various celestial events we know little about.
He has the eyesight of a barn owl. He rarely speaks of this superpower, though, as he considers it boastful.
He and Irving Berlin once drank a barrel of rum outside of the Polo Grounds during a Mets rain delay, and then together they wrote “God Bless America.”