June Jarrett

I went to high school with June, graduating one year behind her. I remember watching her in awe as she walked down the hallways. Both an athlete and a scholar, she also had an independent and free spirit, not following the treaded path of the majority. I remember her beautiful face, her long shiny hair, and her open laugh. I knew her in college, also, where she was a child of the 60s a flower child with a band of friends who loved her. Our friendship wrapped full-circle in recent years,...