He’s big as a house, boisterous as a birthday, and built like a bull. He's got great big hands and a great big smile behind his greying beard; the laughter from which is loud as he is large. His wooly hair, gone prematurely to a cloudy grey has been cut carelessly, presumably by his own hand. His eyes, often asquint in laughter and good humor carry a certain melancholy that peeks out from behind a façade of ease.
