His aunt, or so I was told, lived down the street from where I was boarding my freshman year at the Y, in SE Provo, just beyond Harmon Park. I passed on my bicycle a few times as he was out working on a car on the street, distinctive in his long curly red mop, shirtless under coveralls and dirty. Not such a neat picture as seen in "Family Affair" or "Tom Sawyer." I think he was seeking or doing summer stock in those days.