I was in Ikea recently and when choosing between two similar things - one with some crazy swedish name and one called Jeff - I chose the Jeff and joked, 'it will remind me of Jeff Tamborlane.' I haven't seen Jeff in more than 10 years, but my parents still live in haworth where Jeff and I grew up on the same block. When I lived with my mom last year during my apartment renovations, I would walk by his house and rattle off the memories: how he would wear a ski mask during summertime manhunt games (competitive doesn't begin to explain Jeff) or how he had this crappy swingset we all played on or how he always had the best new toy - from big wheels to bikes to the TAMBE 2. I would see his mom and marvel at his rockstar globetrotting doctor life. She just wanted him to move home and be closer to her. The last time I saw him he picked me up in haworth. I was only in his car briefly, but in that time, he was trying to recruit me to convince a friend of mine who was about to get married to dump him and go for Jeff. I remember him arguing, "does she know that I'm going to med school? I'm going to be a doctor!" Jeff was confident, which was part of his charm. It's heartening to read from people who knew him later that he didn't lose that charm. It's funny what Emily wrote about September birthdays, because I always remember haworth friends birthdays, too (including hers - Aug. 20. happy birthday). Greg, thanks for the forum.