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He came across as a decent, caring human being.
His feet and knees caused him problems throughout his professional career. In my opinion, he is on the short-list of greatest college centers.
 
The first time I met Bill Walton was when I pointed a loaded 12 gauge shotgun at him and his brother.
He had bought a 10 acre farm down the road from where I lived on SE Wildcat Mountain Rd, SE of Sandy, OR.
He and his brother, plus a friend were driving an old Jeep while towing a U-Haul trailer and tried to gain access to Publishers Papers forest property and cut some firewood.
My neighbor had spotted them driving down our road and thought they were the same guys who were breaking into nearby vacation homes and stealing everything they could haul away.
I jumped in my truck and blocked Walton as he tried to turn around. My girlfriend tried to tell me who he was, but seeing the same U-Haul trailer as the thieves, my mind was made up they were the thieving culprits my neighbor and I were looking for.
After talking to them, I realized they weren't the thieves and were only trying to get into Publishers Papers property and access (steal) some firewood like all the rest of my neighbors.
The next time I met him was at his 1896 farm house when I was hired to remodel the exterior.
Years later, after he had sold the property, I lived there as a caretaker while the new owner was abroad.
I found Walton's Trail Blazer gym bag in the old barn. Inside were a pair of sneakers, a jock strap, socks and Trail Blazer marked game shorts, the jersey was missing.
He had a shower installed in the barn and the shower head was 10' from the floor.
I stayed in his personal cabin which had a custom bed made that was 9' long.
 

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