Rick Benham
Back in the eighties I rode my bike to death on a regular basis and put it back together with duct tape and bailing wire. I would stop by Duane's house on Flower St. for a visit. He would look over my bike, scold me for treating a motorcycle that way, then he would fix it right, over and over. A truly giving man. He was one of the truly NICE people I have been blessed to have in my life, and he will be missed. RIP Duane, and give Cinda and kiss on her cheek for me.