Harvey was the biggest kid on the block, a
massive, towering fixture of the neighborhood living in the corner house at the
end of our street. He had a flattened nose, a short neck and a small mouth with
a tongue that tended to protrude. His childlike personality was at odds with
his Buick-shaped frame. Harvey towered over most adults and wore size #17
shoes—extra wide. His parents specially ordered them from San Francisco. Harvey
didn’t read or write and to my knowledge never went to school. Today we refer
to people like Harvey as having Down Syndrome; back in the 60s folks not
inclined to politeness called them ‘tards’ or Mongoloid idiots. Harvey was
twenty-four years old. Read about him (here.)
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