Jeff didn't really change much, did he? He named the 1st picture "Deep In Thoughts...Clown Thoughts" and yes. That's a mullet. Everone he knew wanted him to cut it. I always wanted him to have long hair. He had cowlicks like crazy. His hair looked good long but every time it got to an acceptable length to me, my mom or her husband would take him for a haircut. When he got old enough to make up his own mind he grew it out for me. Kept it short in front to please them. That's just the kind of guy he was. When he was put on the transplant list I insisted that he cut it. You just can't keep it clean in a hospital bed. When he walked out of the salon he handed me the pony tail. A gift. I still have it. I'm hoping to someday use the DNA to clone him. Don't laugh. I'm serious.   I had the chest pain at work today. It wasn't as bad as it has been and it passed quickly but it made me decide to pursue medical treatment sooner rather than later on. I received the referrals in the mail today so Monday I WILL make an appt. I can only afford one doctor at a time and I will start with the gastroenterologist in hopes that I do not need the cardiologist. I have decided to be fine.