It’s funny how I think about stuff and remember people from my past. While working around the house late this afternoon I thought about a kid I knew in grade school. Maybe I was thinking about the past because the kids are away at school and Bek is working on a theater project and the house is unusually still.
His name was John. He went by “JP”. For some people initials don’t work. My brother Chris is a “CJ”. I think he tried it once but it was just trying too hard. John, on the other hand, was JP.
I remember him as a kid. He was bigger than me, and really most of us. He had wavy sandy brown hair and blue eyes that saw to your soul, making any space between you and him closer. He wore sweaters. Brown ones. Sometimes stripes. And he was friendly.