Brett Puckrin is now a real estate salesman. And he has always been a real estate salesman. Charming young gentlemen, and one of the first in our circle to try to grow a moustache -- six months or so with that embarrasing black fuzz stuff that teens get on the upper lip. He also really worked that mullet look to perfection -- not in a NASCAR way, in a Corey Haim way. If you know what I mean. Wore his collars flipped up until it was no longer cool. Thin leather tie.

The thing I remember most about Brett was he coined the phrase "Poor" to replace "bad." And for about six months, everything in school was "poor." "You can't give me a lift? Man, that's poor." Brett always had an angle on stuff. He started his own tree farm at age 16 or something, and I'm sure he's a multi-millionaire and on some sort of comittee right now.