Fred Dryman seems to have a case of selective memory for the ages. “They just forgot about me”. Fred does not deny the crime, but says he’s not the same man today. He thinks he does this by changing his name to Victor Houston who “tried to make up for it by being an “honor” citizen.” Nice try. Fortunately, a Montana Parole Board was not so impressed with Dryman’s good deeds and sent him back to the Crowbar Hotel likely until he is carried out feet first.

Fred, you never thought that you were a parole violator? You just forgot about it? You don’t even remember the victim’s name? And you have the unmitigated gall to be angry at the victim’s grandson for hiring a private detective to track you down after more than 40 years on the lam? Fred, did you really say that you think it was wrong he spent so much money checking you into the Lodge?. That you feel it was unfair? Lucky for you that turnabout wasn’t fair play. Then you liken the grandson to Shylock?

A young father picks you up hitching on a muddy road in the rain. You force him from his car and shoot him in the back 6 or 7 times. You admitted this and yet escaped the hangman’s noose. You don’t think that you are the despicable murderer Frank Valentine anymore? Fred, once despicable, always despicable and once a murderer, always a murderer.