• He’ll answer to the name of Jeffron, GrandyFron, or possibly Stenchpit, or maybe even Crocboopdile—if he’s had his nap.
• Erstwhile Innmaster, he had no trouble explaining to his disgruntled tenants why he cut me so much slack. That was a long time ago, but he still does. The generosity of his father resides in his heart.
• Like his father, he’s a gardener, outdoorsman, family man, and natural leader. Unlike his father, he became an errant Elizabethan and perhaps the truest Thespian in the family.
• He was the first of the Clan to “go back to the land,” but he’d already won my admiration by then. Soon after, he showed me what it meant to be a stepfather. He continues to help me understand ideas like ingenuity, self-reliance, and fidelity.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my brother, “Fron.” I love you, forever…