July 15, 2002

Looking For Jeffrey Lynn

Finally! Fret’s over. Now what?

Today is Jeffrey Lynn’s birthday. Jeff and I grew up together in Pacoima, CA. His house was just down the block, in the second keyhole, as we used to call his cul-de-sac.

One day he told me he was going to move and that was the last I saw of him. I don’t remember any days leading up to his family’s leaving, seeing a big van come to take their furniture to their new house, nor Jeff saying goodbye. He just seemed to vanish. Aside from sharing our first name, our birthdays were just a few days apart. And every year on his I think of him.

Jeff, if you’re out there, drop me a line. Back then, I had friends move away but never without saying goodbye. Did it really happened that way?

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