Jerry

Jerry was a kid in our neighborhood. But, not just any kid. He was our leader.

Jerry had red hair, lots of freckles, always wore a white teeshirt and bluejeans and was never without a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his hand. At least, that’s how I picture him.

I don’t know why he became our leader. It’s not like we ever discussed it. He probably wasn’t the smartest one of the boys in the neighborhood. He wasn’t the…