is one of those people.
has known me since the day I was born.
Like me, he is West Hebron born and bred and, as I've mentioned before on here, that creates a special bond.
I consider Jerry
a friend for more reasons that simple geographical coincidence of birth.
is a few years older than me, but like all of the group of boys slightly older than me in Hebron - Rick Waite, Sam Coldwell, Chris Worthington, Jerry
, etc. - he
always made a point to include me and Aaron in various activities, especially sports.
As a young kid constantly striving to be like the older ones, that meant a lot.
I have another memory of Jerry
that sends a smile creeping across my face.
When my family moved to Africa and my brother and I were desperately missing West Hebron, he
used to send audio tapes to us in Harare.
On them he
would put on different comedy sketches, some by himself and some with his
sister Leslie, and we would laugh hysterically at the inside jokes about West Hebron and the cast of characters who live there.
Talking with Jerry
is always a treat because he
makes me think.
I relate to him because we are both dreamers of a sort.
He is a professional anthropologist and a professor at Spelman and as such is interested in human behavior, history and sociological trends.
and Donna took wonderful care of me.
They were a tag-team in the kitchen, with Jerry
slicing some amazing Salmon sashimi and Donna putting her
foot in some Talapia, spinach & rice and asaparagus spears.
Here's hoping I get to see her
and Donna and Jerry
much more in the coming years.
And that she
gets to have a childhood experience filled with all the love and adventure that Jerry
and I were surrounded by as kids in West Hebron.
I'm sure she
On Tuesday morning Jerry
and Kala walked me to the entrance of their subdivision to say goodbye and set me on the road to Union City.
As I walked away it occured to me that Jerry
is the last person I will meet on this trip who I already know and am friends with.