JT grew tall in year 15 and regularly towered over T and I.
He was a workhorse of snow removal.
There was sass, of course.
When I look at these pictures, I see glimpses of his face today. More often I see his childhood in this still boyish face. We were a year away from the transformation that would be age 16.
This is the last of the chubby-cheeked boy. A young man was on his way.
