They call him The Old Goat—and not just because of his beard. With weathered eyes full of secrets and spectacles perched just-so on his nose, this dignified gent has chewed more than just cud in his day. He’s seen trends come and go (bell-bottoms? please), watched generations of pasture politics unfold, and still manages to offer a knowing smirk that says, “Kid, you don’t even know.”
