Although I haven't seen Jeff in very long time, I cannot think about my childhood without thinking about him. He and I grew up on the same block in Haworth. His go-cart served as the limo in my mock marriage when I was five years old. I'm pretty sure he was on every little league team I was ever on, and I can still picture him on his green machine tearing down the hill on Terrace Street. I guess he was that cool, older kid that is an essential ingredient in any american childhood. My thoughts go out to his family.