(About a 16 minute read)
Butch was such a nondescript man that he surely did not need a crowd to be overlooked by most anyone of us. He was of average build, and just under average in height. There was nothing either ugly or handsome about his face. Blue eyes, a bit narrow. Sandy hair. Pale complexion. Not only was he easily overlooked, he was even more easily underestimated.
Had you seen him during the time we knew each other, you most likely would have thought, “janitor”. Arms too thin for construction, looks too unpolished to be a professional or even a store clerk. And you would have been right. At that time in his life, Butch was a janitor.
He was also one of those curious sort of people you sometimes come across in small towns and rural areas. An honest genius with no more than a high school education, and no ambitions for himself.
