When people say “old Austin,” what they really mean is an Austin they remember that now is some decades past. It’s not “old,” even relative to themselves. Just remembered only by older folks. When I was eleven or twelve, Cactus Pryor had a kennel of labs that he trained for contests. I’m not sure how, but I sometimes ended up being the boat bumper boy, who threw the targets for the dogs. Good bye, Cactus.