My dear, wonderful friend how I will miss knowing you aren't too far away, at least by phone, to have a chat and undoubtedly a few chuckles. You will be in my heart. What fun we had in the two years I spent at Wellesley High School....some of it wayward. We formed our little clan, The Big Seven...............Eliot, Jonesy, Murph, Raoul, DeSesa, Buff & Tank (me). We soon included Curt & Ray, but it was still 7. None of us were that great at arithmetic! As it happens in life, people move and lives change and we saw and spoke with each other less frequently, but in reality the group is still intact inside of us. The two years we were roommates in the Back Bay were when we really got to know each other and I found out that one of my whacky high school pals was a truly solid and supportive friend. After those two years, life happened and here we are. A sad day filled with wonderful memories. How often did I, the loudmouth wise-ass, carry on with some antic, story or self-embarrassment only to have you sum it up with a word. It was often the four letter one starting with F, but when you said it there were 9 U's. Or maybe it was the seven letter one starting with A. In any case you were clear, saying as much with a word as I said in a speech. Lastly, when we walked together we were Mutt and Jeff, nearly a foot difference in height. We will stiil walk together, my friend. Lovey ya Buff. Tank