The most brilliant and animated of our class. Always a buzz about something. Good dope, good joke, good looking girl, Jeff Spencer was an easy going guy that never did anyone wrong verbally or physically. I wasn't surprised a bit that he contracted an exotic disease in South America on one of his anthropological studies. The world lost a real live social scientist that was intent on his work and his life to make a difference.
Jeff was a brain and a nice guy. We were both very competitive in sports, especially against each other. Who would guess a little runt like him could outrun most of the guys in football. I could never catch him and it always pissed me off. Dana Rodet
I heard that Jeff had gone to live in Ensenada after high school for six months. I think it was from bob Serrano who wallpapered my parents house. I eventually decided to do the same thing but I kept going South and landed in Colombia. Jeff had a great adventurous spirit and some hot women too.
Jeff was a long time love of mine. It began in 6th grade. At our 10 year reunion he proposed to me. It was quite a reunion. I always loved him, but he was so crazy wild and I sensed we would be a bad mix. Jeff was such a genious; I still have some of the poetry he wrote for me. I sobbed when I heard of his death in Mexico. I still think of him and miss him.
I first met him in the 5th grade at Fairview Elementary School in 1960. He and Julie Robinson were smartest kids I'd ever known and perhaps ever knew. By 1964, Jeff had introduced me to the Tibetan Book of the Dead; the I Ching and Harold Robbins; by 1967 we were reading Alan Watts and Thomas Wolfe, and going to the Self Realization Fellowship in Hollywood to learn Kriya Yoga and Meditation; in 1968 he convinced me of the wisdom of leaving UC Irvine to spend 4 months in Central America and then we hitch-hiked back from Costa Rica. In 1970, I drove him to UC Santa Cruz, where I was soon to meet my future wife.
His influences on me were beyond words. How does one begin thank another for expanding the horizons of life which were beyond my own grasping and even understanding? I have learned to accept the constitution of his silence. Jeff's living memory is not a concept, but a wonderful and simple truth from which I learn daily.
Jeff would pop up when least expected. Saw him off and on but never enough. We seemed to have a certain repore that he would slow down the hyper side and chill out . Always made me feel alittle special. Maybe he just had a talent for making you feel intensely present. Remember him playing handball constantly using his left and rt hand so he could become ambidextrous, for some reason that always stuck with me as an example of pure jeff. Endless energy.
Randy Henkle
The most brilliant and animated of our class. Always a buzz about something. Good dope, good joke, good looking girl, Jeff Spencer was an easy going guy that never did anyone wrong verbally or physically. I wasn't surprised a bit that he contracted an exotic disease in South America on one of his anthropological studies. The world lost a real live social scientist that was intent on his work and his life to make a difference.Dana Rodet
Jeff was a brain and a nice guy. We were both very competitive in sports, especially against each other. Who would guess a little runt like him could outrun most of the guys in football. I could never catch him and it always pissed me off. Dana RodetSpencer Sarlat
I heard that Jeff had gone to live in Ensenada after high school for six months. I think it was from bob Serrano who wallpapered my parents house. I eventually decided to do the same thing but I kept going South and landed in Colombia. Jeff had a great adventurous spirit and some hot women too.Shelley Tork (Raker)
Jeff was a long time love of mine. It began in 6th grade. At our 10 year reunion he proposed to me. It was quite a reunion. I always loved him, but he was so crazy wild and I sensed we would be a bad mix. Jeff was such a genious; I still have some of the poetry he wrote for me. I sobbed when I heard of his death in Mexico. I still think of him and miss him.Don Farris
Jeff,
I first met him in the 5th grade at Fairview Elementary School in 1960. He and Julie Robinson were smartest kids I'd ever known and perhaps ever knew. By 1964, Jeff had introduced me to the Tibetan Book of the Dead; the I Ching and Harold Robbins; by 1967 we were reading Alan Watts and Thomas Wolfe, and going to the Self Realization Fellowship in Hollywood to learn Kriya Yoga and Meditation; in 1968 he convinced me of the wisdom of leaving UC Irvine to spend 4 months in Central America and then we hitch-hiked back from Costa Rica. In 1970, I drove him to UC Santa Cruz, where I was soon to meet my future wife.
His influences on me were beyond words. How does one begin thank another for expanding the horizons of life which were beyond my own grasping and even understanding? I have learned to accept the constitution of his silence. Jeff's living memory is not a concept, but a wonderful and simple truth from which I learn daily.
Joanie Chula (Opsahl)
Jeff would pop up when least expected. Saw him off and on but never enough. We seemed to have a certain repore that he would slow down the hyper side and chill out . Always made me feel alittle special. Maybe he just had a talent for making you feel intensely present. Remember him playing handball constantly using his left and rt hand so he could become ambidextrous, for some reason that always stuck with me as an example of pure jeff. Endless energy.