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On March 1, Rex Phebus passed away. Mr. Phebus was what Clovis is all about. I lived next door to him since 1978. It wasn't long before I quickly realized how much of a local icon he was. Mr. Phebus was a man of few words and a man who loved Clovis.
I visited him often at home, where we would resolve all of the world's problems. He was deeply involved with the rodeo. On different years, he and his dad (George Phebus) were chairmen of the Rodeo Association.
Mr. Phebus was a product of the "Greatest Generation." He served in World War II in Burma as a medic and in that capacity he also had been in Iran before any of us heard of that country. There he treated trainloads of wounded Russian soldiers. Typical of his generation, Mr. Phebus was about work and family. He never complained about anything.
Sad to say, the new Clovis residents probably don't have a clue about him and he wouldn't mind it. That was Mr. Phebus. He will be missed.
Gilbert E. Manasselian
