Thursday, August 9, 2018
John (never a Jack with me) and I grew up near each other in Fullerton and it was our practice starting in the 4th grade to ride our bikes to school together. I was flattered to be his friend - he was one of the most popular kids in our class - primarily because of his wicked sense of humor and infectious laugh. Also, he was always one of the firs to be chosen for any sport. Knowing him built my confidence up, so I look on him as very influential in helping shape the extraordinary person I am today. (Cue John's laughter) After I got kicked out of St Juliana's, we drifted apart, seeing each other rarely but happy to catch up. It is only fond memories I have of John. We fought only once - he won - and just as quickly, he forgave/forgot. He reconnected via Facebook but sadly I was such an infrequent user, I did not see the request for a year or so. We traded posts a year ago, he telling me he was in CT, me telling him I was in Baltimore. That laugh of his lives on in me as well as the many antics we youngsters got into. I truly wish we could have seen each other one more time. Rest in peace from Henface.
