This article first appeared in May, 2014 I usually see him at church. He lives in a house for developmentally challenged adults. Unlike me, he can’t just get in a car and go somewhere, and yet he truly gets around. He has no fashion sense, yet neither he is encumbered by having to worry about clothing, its availability, cost, cool factor, and what color goes with what other color. He isn’t blessed with perhaps all the right social graces, and…