Interesting article about Jeff Valley. He was in my graduating class, and my shop used to be on his bike route. When I came back to town after college, he still remembered me from high school.
He'd pop his head in the door, and give me a moose call.
"Hooot. Hooooooot." Big laugh.
"Kinda cold today, Jeff?"
"Don't you get tired riding that bike?"
"You doin' good?
"Yeah, Dunc. Hey, Dunc.....hooot, hoooooot."
I can still hear the "Yeah, Dunc's," clipped and cheerful.
Stopped seeing him awhile back and was wondering where he went.
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