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?"
"Yeah, Dunc."
"Don't you get tired riding that bike?"
"Yeah, Dunc."
"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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I remember that guy dropping in at the Metropolitan Barber Shop, though I never knew his name. He appears to have lost a lot of weight.
I think he is still around. Saw him at the M. Barber shop quite often when I lived in Bend.
He stopped riding his bike and takes the Dial-a-ride instead from the quasi-assisted living residence he now lives at.
Why are developmentally disabled people always so cheerful and good-natured? Anyway, all the ones I've known were.
I don't think Jeff started out a few coins short. He was badly injured in a a motorcycle accident quite a time ago.
The Bulletin story said he was diagnosed as autistic as a child.
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