Overall he was quite tall and lean, except for his beach ball of a belly. My father dubbed him twitchy belly because when he laughed his belly bobbed up and down taking his belt buckle on an erratic ride for its life. (It was difficult not to giggle every time I saw him.)
Two things I remember about Twitchy Belly.
He was really quite arrogant when it came to the fact that he and his wife were in couples counseling. He raved about how much it was helping them become closer and more loving towards one another. He offered to share his new found knowledge with my parents and help them over what was apparently a rough spot they were having.
So, on Saturdays, he would come to the house to ‘counsel’ them. I was told to stay in my room when he was there. After the first Saturday I learned not to be home when he came.
The second thing I remember about him was that on these Saturdays, while he was at our house ‘helping’ my parents, his wife was at their house systematically removing all the contents until finally one Saturday afternoon he returned home to find an empty house and a note from his wife saying she had left him for the marriage counselor.