I hope folks don’t mind a second post, but I had one more thing to share that I can’t get out of my head. I was closest to Jeff during the formative years of 10-14. Yes, I remember Jeff’s athletic ability from Little League, and the stiff competition he posed during our annual Field Day at school, but I also remember many conversations re: the important things in life – namely girls. It was in the 6th grade that we received our formal sex education experience at HPS. I remember being separated from the girls in the grade, since Mrs. Pilotowski had chosen to enlighten them first before turning her sights on us. You would think she was divulging nuclear secrets the way they had us separated and locked down. We were dying to know what was going on across the hall (Mme Konart’s room), and Jeff was the man who volunteered to find out. Feigning an urgent need to go to the bathroom, Jeff left us and was gone for quite a while. I can’t remember for sure if Mrs. P. busted him peering through the single clear pane of glass in the door, but somehow the jig was up and none of us could leave after that. The only intel we had to go on was Jeff’s description of what he had seen. Apparently the girls were all looking at several pictures of flowers – yes, flowers. It seemed strange to me at the time, but that is what Jeff saw. We had covered plant sexual reproduction in biology, with the anthers, stigmas, ovaries, pollination, and all that, so it sounded plausible (what did we know?). It was not until several days later, when our turn came, that we learned Jeff’s flowers weren’t flowers at all, but female reproductive organs: the uterus, fallopian tubes, fimbria, ovaries, etc. Needless to say, we gave it to Jeffrey good for that one, and he laughed right along with us. Who knows why we remember some of the things we do, but Jeff, and his excited description, comes to mind just about every time I see a diagram of a uterus. A previous post by Amyn hit the nail on the head when said Jeff made him laugh, whether it was intentional or not. That was one of Jeff’s many gifts: his ability to appreciate the humor in all things. Thanks for the flowers Jeff, along with everything else. Jeremy C.