Don’t call him autistic. The politically correct term is, “acoustic.” Like a guitar. This guest surprised me. Happy-go-lucky, little bit of a meathead, and he sounds like someone procreated with a relative somewhere along the family tree. But he comes from trauma, makes a difference, and he approaches calls and citizens with a big grin, can-do attitude, and is just learning to put one foot in front of the other every day. His stories will make you laugh but you’ll also be touched by the things he carries with him.