Gary R. Ryan

Once again, I left Minnesota with the authorities nipping at my heels. This time I was alone, not burdened down by a bunch of nitwits that didn't appreciate the perilousness of the situation. I made it to California in the 60s and managed to build a life. Worked in the Acute Psychotic Intervention Unit of the Camarillo State Hospital until it closed (the Hotel California from the Eagles song). Built a successful concrete contracting business to earn a living while I did art work to keep my sanity. I am probably the world's greatest undiscovered artist and I have a collection of several hundred art pieces to prove it.