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I affectionately called him Jess, My Mess, not because he was disorganized or disheveled in appearance. Quite the contrary, it was just a loving nickname dipped in rhyme... but I must admit that when he came up with unexpected requests or unusual comments, I was often the one with a haphazard reaction.