When I was in 6th grade (and beyond) I had a crush on a boy named Jeff. For years I wondered what happened to him and finally found him via his grandfather’s obituary. We emailed and texted a bit — our mutual friend, Carol, was much more excited to have found Jeff alive and well.
I remember his family was well-to-do, at least more-so than mine.
I’ve kept some photographs of him, and at least one thing he drew on a notebook of mine. I know he’s mentioned in my online journals too.
As I find more photos and things I will add them here.
Here’s one that I took of Jeff after a high school paper drive. It is in my living room. The dog is my brother’s dog, Franz. Pity about the ink stains on the photo.