I don’t remember exactly where Jeff and I met, but it was over thirty years ago. We were both longtime freelance copywriters, and our paths crossed at many, many agencies during those years.
When I met him, my first thought was, “How does he get away wearing shorts and a t-shirt to a freelance gig?” I was always more conservative in my attire – at least at the beginning. If you’ve seen me in the last twenty years you know caring about what I wear to work was just a phase. And now that I work remote, it's not even a notion.
Jeff was an outstanding writer, and an even more outstanding human being. It was always the best surprise running into him at work, hearing his insights, and being on the receiving end of his wicked sharp wit.
Not to mention seeing the example he set, and trying to live up to it, for being the world’s best girl-dad.
There wasn’t anything he couldn’t put his own personal, interesting spin on.
Jeff also wrote me the loveliest recommendation on LinkedIN. If you’re so inclined you can see it on my profile from Les Guessing, Jeff’s alter ego.
He was also one of those guys in advertising virtually everyone knew, and had more than a good word to say about.
Jeff was only sixty-four years old. He was just getting warmed up.
I'll miss hanging, laughing and working with him. And I can’t help thinking how much better this post would’ve been if he’d written it.
God bless you Jeff. Thank you for having me in your circle and making my life richer. Rest in peace.
