The recent brutal murders of Collinsport Inn night manager Mr. Wells and of the unnamed Blue Whale Tavern barmaid have caused Sheriff Paterson to lose whatever remaining hair that he still had on the top of his head.

True, but he also isn't as portly and has grown several inches...

Cool picture.

He looks a little like he does in those episodes where Julia's experiment goes wonky and Barnabas ages rapidly.

He seems healthy.

Pretty boy Face?
Man-BITCH?

Those bothered you, but not "good-natured simpleton"?

Deceased loved ones are in spirit much closer to us  than we think.

If I can make this thread seem even heavier for a moment, I'll tell a story that I once shared in a IM with ProfStokes:

In the summer of 1999, my life fell apart--seemingly overnight, although it had been coming for some time, and I was teetering on the edge of suicide. I was laying low in a cheap motel, on a self-destructive jag waiting for The End to finally find me.

One night, my grandmother--a key figure in my young life who had been dead for 13 years--came to me and said that she was watching over me; it's all she could really do, she said, but she wanted me to know that she was near.

At first, I tried to pass it off as some kind of weird dream, but I knew that it wasn't and came to terms with the fact that I indeed see her. It might very well be that she saved my life.

Things didn't change for me overnight, but within a few weeks I was once again taking some kind of reasonable care of myself and came through the darkest time of my life relatively unscathed. Still, it was one of the strangest experiences of my life...

Can somebody give me a ride to Windcliffe now?

Is it pressure-treated?

Are we still talkin' 'bout lumber?

I don't think he's "hunkalicious".

Then I stand corrected. I know he's no Quentin, but I thought you were into him as well.

All I know is that if they ever run out of stakes in Collinsport, all they have to do to make some more is chop up Don Briscoe!

My dear scout75,
What in God's name is wrong with Briscoe's acting?

He's no damn good at it.

I have no personal ax to grind with Briscoe, and obviously, there are several like you, my dear Connie, who think he's hunkalicious, it's just...

Well, let me put it this way: I remember reading one of the KLS books and feeling relieved to see that Briscoe retired from acting and moved back to Tennessee.