The paper said that he was known as Bicycle Bob. In 23 years I never heard of him being called that. In my family, we just knew him as Morgan.
His name was Dwite A. Morgan. In Edmond he was as familiar as anyone else who lives here. He was often seen pedaling or walking his bike through the city's streets, usually close to downtown, and always seemed to be where anything was happening. He attended all the art shows in downtown.
Homeless, he lived by his own rules, rarely accepting direct help from anyone. Back before the city started its own recycling program, we would leave our aluminum cans in bags where he could collect them, cash them in, and use the money for a burger at McDonald's or someplace. More recently he would have breakfast on Saturdays at the First Christian Church when they served thier pancake breakfast. When his bike would wear out, the EARC Thrift Shop would give him another one. He slept in various places: under the railway bridge, in dumpsters, in my aunt's abandoned rent house. Lately he had been sleeping behind the Farmer's Grain, a downtown feed shop and plant nursery, which is where they found his body Sunday night. He was 54 years old when he died.
Another homeless man, only 20 years old, confessed to killing Morgan in an argument over a sleeping spot.
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