A Marvelously Splendid Day

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How shall I start? To celebrate yesterday's festivities, I declared
A holiday, but that's old news; must find a new way to honor little Jeff.
Perhaps I will just begin a list of features that show off his splendor.
Predictably, the first thing that comes to mind is his talent for music.
Yes, as the Globe says, he is "a musician of consummate mastery."

But music isn't Jeff's only talent. No, he's a born storyteller too.
It's not just that his experiences are story-worthy; it's that he can
Relate them so well. The effusive ticketing agent ("the mountains..."),
The frantic stewardess ("Where is the passenger?"), the
Hastening cabby ("We must go!") - all are impeccably recreated.
During each rendition of these travel tales, I topple to the floor, laughing
As Jeff asks, "This is the Bologna Forli airport?" and replies not with the, "
Yes," desperately hoped for, but with an exquisitely-inflected, "Oh."

Just thinking about it makes me grin. And finally, at graduation, when
Everyone was trying to avoid getting soaked, he cleared my rain-drenched
Folding chair with the sleeve of his scholarly gown. Now that, kids, is what
Friendship is all about.

many happy returns, little jefe!