January 12, 1971 was an eventful day for me. It was the moment that my newly acquired roommate, Ike McDonald, introduced me to the Fell Street family. Jerry met me at the top of the stairs with a warm hug. I remember he smelled of patchouli scented soap and was wearing a soft flannel shirt with a beaded necklace around his neck. His long brown hair felt nice on the side of my face and as he stood back to evaluate me, I was captivated by his soft, shy, brown eyes, especially the way they turned into little smiles when he chuckled. He made the comment that I was his birthday present, and this unexpected testimonial put me at ease and made me feel welcome and special. Over the course of 11 months we shared countless wonderful experiences on a landscape colored with the vistas of RCA Beach, (my first mescaline), Amsterdam, Barcelona, Formentara and Tenerife, Canary Islands. My life was forever changed by the love and gentle guidance that Jerry so graciously gave, and that love -- though obscured by the lens of time -- has never diminished, never failed, and it is my hope that when I am called to step through the door I will find him there waiting for me.