Nathan Jillson
(1978-2002)
- Of the brightest I have ever known, and a good friend.
Photo courtesy Pat Orth.

Looking good: Barry, me, Ska, and the only living Royals fan Fletcher.

Our very own terrorist Vikram, reading about bombs (or was it Gertrude
Stein).

'Twas a raucous crew that winter's noon: Gabe, me, Ska, Fletcher,
Barry,
and our very own terrorist Vikram.


Our very own butler Vikram serves the Yard-O-Beef to the delighted
Fletcher. My dad's Christmas present, the Yard-O-Beef.

The alien Ska learns a card game from Andy.

At the memorial service for the One and Only Nathan Jillson, from left
to right, minus the three at
left whose names I do not recall: Zack-Man, Micala, Barry, Gabe, Paul,
Cale, Nathaniel, me,
Vikram (hiding behind my receding hairline), Jeremy, Andy, and The
Ska.

The usual suspects: the Ever-Elusive Zack-Man, Micala, Barry, Paul,
Cale, Nathaniel, Vikram, The Ska,
and an unnamed accomplice.

Future high ranking State Department official Nathaniel, and
one of two gifts the Japan-lover has given me.
And my sister, mom, and dad.


My fiance Mia and me.
At grace cathedral, two blocks from our hotel.

at Alamo Square.



At the palace of fine arts.

at the windmill at Golden Gate Park.


My love at the greenhouse.

on strawberry hill.
at a great restaurant, The Burmese Star, Veronique, cousin Jessica,
grandma Rachel, aunt Edith,
me and my mom. Mia took the picture.
Hi grandma.

Vikram and Gabe.

Another raucous crew: Vikram, Nathaniel, Ska, Chad, Fletcher, Barry,
me, and Gabe.


It's Vikram, serving the Yard-O-Beef to Fletcher, again!

Fletcher and I played pool at the Shamrock for EIGHT HOURS. Ska
is so cool, no?
At the reception, which had awesome food, Mia (wow, no?), me, Mom,
and Dad.
Fletcher, always the groomsman, never a groom. (Let's say not a groom
yet.)
Zack and Micala, thanking people.
graduation
at
carleton,
2002.