He was only an acquaintance really, a drinking acquaintance, not just a close friend of mine by any stretch of the imagination. A ship that passed inside the drink and drug soaked long dark night of my soul. So why could it have been that when I heard of his death, $ 6000 miles away, and more than a sober couple of years after our last contact, that I was transferred to tears? I cannot locate a full explanation yet, it remains a teasing and tantalizing will o? the wisp, dancing about the peripheral fringes of my consciousness. Perhaps in some recoverable format this and recounting the reality in the matter, I will be able to find some resolution, as I still get teary, some thirty years later, when I imagine Joe, as well as the types of his end. Martin Nettleton adds: “We invested in the campaign to target those larger installation and distribution companies increasingly dissatisfied with the big fabricators who are starting to compete with them by setting up their own networks of trade counters and distribution outlets. Jeff attended the University of Illinois where he studied anthropology. So I’m not sure of what direction he planned to take in his life. He wound up quitting college and worked for his father's shop in Jackson Mississippi. He had difficulties with employed by his father’s store anf the husband was totally unhappy regarding his decision.