I have no respect for Jesse James.

In the 1970's I read a short biography of him. One day the Pinkerton's thought James was hiding in a certain house, and they bombed it. Jesse James wasn't even there, but they killed his brother, only 8 years old, and his mother lost an arm.

I've had to listen to a sappy song born of the tourist trade which makes Jesse James a Robin-Hood type hero. Somehow the Jesse James song never mentions real victims like these.