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Alan, Stephen and I were little children together in Lemon Grove Ca. We rode our horses and bikes together and climbed the huge rubber tree in his parents yard. He also enjoyed giving me “rug burns”. The last time I saw him was after his mother passed away. I loved her so much and he came and spent a few hours with me sharing memories. I will always think so kindly of him, he was a part of my life

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ACB & Robert feeding gulls at The Maritime Museum Feb '18

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February 2015 at The Astoria Column

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Great Columbia Crossing 2011.  This man walked across the river!

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The Great Columbia Crossing

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Have known Alan a long time as a jazz lover, counselor, friend to me and my dad. He made me laugh and we cried together. I know my dad, Eugene Itzen, would say he has lost a great co.worker and friend.
During a counselling session, he had me shut my eyes and hold a needle from thread for about 30 seconds. When I opened my eyes, I asked why did you have me do that? He laughed and said, just because. We laughed. Great smile and loved his voice. Big hugs to you, Nancy Lee.

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Alan was always so kind and a joy to talk to.  Always so thoughtful in conversations.  Very wise and caring. He will be missed.
Love and Sympathy to his dear family and friends.
Shaun Weiss-Haner

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Alan and Nancy Lee always listened to and appreciated "our" music. This song, sigh... makes me cry and remember our car trips around Clatsop County and beyond. Dire Straits Brothers in Arms was a road trip soundtrack in the 80's.

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The last conversation I had with Alan was in the summer of 2015. We spent an afternoon at the street table in front of the Astoria Bistro talking about all sorts of things - philosophy, care, teaching, change, delusion, hope, and the unexpected -  these were all things I remember coming up from that conversation. I also remember how I admired and enjoyed the treatment he gave to the ideas we discussed, both with his experiences and reminiscences illuminating them, and his sentiments around them. I remember looking over at him towards the end of our time that day, and noticing how the lovely late afternoon sun seemed to lift up the spirit of reflection coming from his eyes and his countenance. It was a warmth and glow, dimming but still carrying the arc and light of a fine day.

This, it seemed to me then and seems to me now, was a reflection of the life he had lived and the model that he inspires for so many of us. He was a man who had an impact on so many, both recognized and not, and in so many ways. Even people he never met are the better for encountering those who had encountered him. It has been a life worth living. Alan has been an inspiration then and now, and his presence in ours is something to be thankful for.

- Seth Tichenor

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My "don't be so black and white, find the grey" advisor

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My "don't be so black and white, find the grey" advisor

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Alan and Nancy Lee were a very special part of my youth and growing up personally and professionally.  Later they came to my auto repair shop to fix the wonderful vanogan... my love to your family and Nancy Lee!

Katrina Smith
TJ's Auto Repair

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Alan was such a light to our community in Seaside, Oregon. He and Nancy so kind, helpful, and always there when needed. The impact and love meant the world to so many of us. Kitty Paino

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We always referred to these two as “The Kids”. Visiting David in Salome Az. 

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So sorry to have to have lost ACB finally.  He was a remarkable man, we were all lucky to have him.  A heck of a reference point to steer by, challenging but consistent, I put him up there with both Wally Crum’s as folks of importance in my perceptions of the ways of my world.  So sorry.  It’s been a long hard goodbye,   About 5:00 I played “ jesu joy of mans’ desire…” on my beautiful little 00 size  Martin guitar, thinking about that first Martin Alan bought for me; a 00-18 for $150. From a broke student at UCSD.  He wrote “A good payment record by 🤬!” On the piece of paper we used to keep track of me paying him back. I can still see it.    He always asked me to play “jesu” when I had a guitar in focus in his vicinity, so I did.  He was an important guy. 

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So sorry to have to have lost ACB finally.  He was a remarkable man, we were all lucky to have him.  A heck of a reference point to steer by, challenging but consistent, I put him up there with both Wally Crum’s as folks of importance in my perceptions of the ways of my world.  So sorry.  It’s been a long hard goodbye,   About 5:00 I played “ jesu joy of mans’ desire…” on my beautiful little 00 size  Martin guitar, thinking about that first Martin Alan bought for me; a 00-18 for $150. From a broke student at UCSD.  He wrote “A good payment record by 🤬!” On the piece of paper we used to keep track of me paying him back. I can still see it.    He always asked me to play “jesu” when I had a guitar in focus in his vicinity, so I did.  He was an important guy. 

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"Their Song..."

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A picture from Marcia - to me this really sums up a lot of what we've lost; our fearless driver/tour guide/all around fascinating, fun ACB ever willing to hit the road for a family adventure.

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ACB Retirement Resume

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Jack of All Trades, Master of All.

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This is the last picture that Bridgett took of Alan.

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Funny Stuff I remember:
Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers
Pee Little Thrigs
Boil 'Em Cabbage Down (on the autoharp)
Pictures of misspelled/weird signs
Acting blind at Disneyland (oh dear!)
and no body every loaded a trailer like Alan

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Different front porch, different century, same folks...

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Pomona 1963ish - ACB and TAB on the porch

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Love what you've done, Matt!  The pics, the music, the comments.  Maybe this can work as our Ememorial site...  Gonna grab a Kleenex and listen while someone reaches out and kicks ol' green teeth right in the knee...

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Love what you've done, Matt!  The pics, the music, the comments.  Maybe this can work as our Ememorial site...  Gonna grab a Kleenex and listen while someone reaches out and kicks ol' green teeth right in the knee...