In high school, David Lynch was student council treasurer.
A Montana native, born in Missoula, Lynch was an Eagle Scout at the Kennedy inaugural in 1961, and he still exudes a disarming heartland earnestness. He has yet to outgrow his upbeat boyish lingo (“you betcha,” “neat,” “cool.”) He dresses like an overgrown schoolboy, in khakis, cap and long-sleeved shirts buttoned to the neck — a look that almost never varies, even though by 9 A.M. it’s nearly 100 degrees in the San Fernando Valley. (“I have an eerie kind of feeling about my collarbone,” he once said, explaining the buttoned-up look. “Just a breeze on it is sometimes too much for me.” —People, September 3, 1990