Growing up around Jeff and his family was a very enjoyable experience.  My fondest memories of Mr. G will be the very first time that he affectionately, with that loud, thunderous voice that we all knew, called me a "Swamp Guinea".  Also, when he told me to get that "Guinea Cement Mixer" off of his property because I was lowering the value of his land.  When I would use his pool how he would holler and tell me to "get out so he could skim the grease off the water, so it doesn't clog his filter".  You will always have a place in my heart as a big strong guy with that loud voice, but deep down we all know that you are a soft teddy bear.  "You are a real Piece of work!"   Rest in Peace my Friend!  Love, John Santoro