I am please to introduce you to my Best Men (in order of
time known). I have not one person who
is my “Best Man” as I consider them all my “Best Man.” They have been with me through the many
stages of my life and are equally important and have learned a lot through each
of them.
Jeff Burgos (years known: 35 and counting) - My Oldest Brother. He’s always been the type of brother to look
up to and dependable whenever you need him.
Every time we get together we have some great laughs. And if ever in a competition, he’s someone
you want on your team. In case he
doesn’t know, I’ve always thought of him as the most amazing role model. And I still have the blue Nike Hooded
Sweatshirt he gave for me for my high school graduation. The sweatshirt may fall apart one day, but
Jeff never will.
Jonathan Burgos (years known: 35 and counting) - My Second Oldest Brother. The kindest and most warm-hearted guy I’ve
ever known. I tease him often about our
“disagreements” growing up, but I’ve learned how lucky I am to have him as my
brother. I can’t express enough how much
I love the way he interacts with people and makes everyone feel great. There is no one that can say anything bad
about Jonathan, because that’s my job.
And truthfully there is nothing bad you can say, I know he will be there
to help me through the hard times and to celebrate through the good times.
Michael Fisher (years known: 21 and counting). I met Mike my sophomore year in High School,
but we really connected through a love of R&B music and singing. It was Mike that helped me understand that
friends are the family that you choose.
I never felt so accepted outside of my immediate family and it allowed
me to really open up and express myself.
I spent so much time with him, I had my own key to the Fisher
house. If I ever have kids, I do plan on
telling many incriminating stories of Uncle Mike as examples of “what not to
do”, but it will all be balanced with some shining examples of “what to do”. If there is one person who can really
make me laugh anytime, anywhere, its Mike.
Ian McAlpine (years known: 21 and counting). I also met Ian my sophomore year in High
School. We bonded in Health class and
Driver’s Ed. Then got to know each other
really well when Ian got me a job at the local movie theater one day after my
car broke. I actually kind of crashed
it, but never told my parents (until now that is). Ian introduced Jerome to Punk Rock and to
also be brave and question everything you know.
Although I'm older than Ian, I learned a lot from him (but I’ll never tell - It’s okay it is shown here, as I don’t think
he can read). Ian really showed me it’s
okay to walk your own line, and truly exemplifies how to own your individuality.
Bob Alexander (years known: 16 and counting). I met Bob at Architecture school at CalPoly
Pomona. I really owe Bob a great deal,
as it was Bob that really allowed me to expand his horizons. It was Bob’s idea that I should go to Italy
to travel and hopefully meet some Italian Girls. To my benefit I did not meet any Italian
Girls, but instead I met my future wife Andrea Collins. Throughout college I took Bob’s passion for
learning and life to heart. He always
had everything together and was always a shining example of how to follow your
passion and execute your dreams. He
always believed in me, even when I did not, and I am forever grateful.
Brian Collins (years known: 11 and counting) - Andrea’s Older Brother. I was cautious after hearing stories that Brian
was a very protective older brother and was allergic to BS and
nonsense. All true, but his commanding personality
is matched by his compassion. I was
immediately thankful that we got along and through the years I’ve learned that family members can also be your best friends. I
am lucky, he is a person I enjoy spending time with, even though I am a little
battered from a few occasions where “spending time” got out of hand. I am hopeful for many future occasions, and also scared. I am honored to have him as a brother and friend.
Michael Ringseis (years known: 10 and counting). Mike is Andrea’s oldest best friend and now
one of my best friends. He grew up down
the next street from Andrea, but in the best possible way, never grew up. I met Mike while visiting Andrea in San
Francisco and once I moved to San Francisco he helped me explore the best parts
the city had to offer. He has showed me
you can still be a kid at heart and growing up is not about settling or selling
out. He’s our biggest fan for moving
back to San Francisco, and he himself is good enough reason. Unfortunately, we’ve disappointed him the
past few years, but true to form, he remains persistent.
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