Jen and Paul Stuppi live in San Mateo, outside San Francisco. They are just south, and look out over the bay area just a bit south of the airport. They have two kids, Stephanie and Ryan. They have a cat.  Paul is or was a salesman of industrial supplies, and Jen from time to time taught high school. According to Zabasearch.com she lives with Bruce and Paul Stuppi, and she may now actually reside in Tucson, although I haven’t seen her in Tucson of late. I use Zabasearch.com to get this stuff. What about you?

So I had a motorcycle at Arizona State, but made the mistake of parking it at Jen’s. One of her friends stole the frame. Jen begged me to not call the cops. So I lost my bike because she didn’t want her friend to get in trouble. Then when I got married Jen didn’t go to the wedding. She never came to any baptisms, etc. either. She didn’t go to my dad’s funeral service either. I think Phil read something from her. I think they stay in touch, as she is closer to his age. Then there was the time she had to drive some old crappy Jaguar to the golf course. Hey, she’s a teacher, her husband sells industrial “stuff” to industries, and she’s worried about how she might appear to others? Jen sees the world through skewed up eyes.

Jen was a decent swimmer as a kid. She had that one strength. Although Dennis and I both went to boarding schools (and were both thrown out for smoking) Jen and Phil did not. Dennis got into law school but didn’t go; I did and went; she didn’t. I guess that she felt short sheeted with herself. She didn’t even have a middle name. She gave herself the last name of some industrial heirs at some time. Heck, maybe she had it legally changed. I think Jen was always embarrassed that she was born with a silver plated spoon.  Her knowledge of her true self is her punishment.

I’ll bet 5 bux Jen can’t find Farmington, or Connecticut, on a map; I’ll also make a bet that she has never set foot in Conn - oh well. What can I say? I got thrown out of the state for smoking.