a puttering kind of old
One of the dudes there, Ed Rutter, had come over from Poland in the late 1950s. Eddie had gray hair and a friendly smile. He was a puttering kind of old dude you wanted to put your arm around protectively.
Each One Teach One : Up and Out of Poverty : Memoirs of a Street Activist, by Ronald Casanova as told to Stephen Blackburn (Curbstone Press, 1996) : 12 (snippet only)
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