My Friend Togwell Jackson

My Friend Togwell Jackson and his wife Chung-Ja::

Togwell and I met while we were students at Trinity School in New York City when we age 14 (ninth grade). I remember lunches at his home on Riverside Drive -- often a hearty soup prepared by his mother. My final conversation with Togwell took place on Wednesday July 3rd 2024, a day before he died and 70 years after our first meeting. He was a good friend. In recent years we had many long conversations, often concerning U.S. politics, particularly matters surrounding Donald Trump whom we both loathe. Togwell's sense of humor would always brighten my day, no matter how gloomy my mood might be; I am thinking of his dry wit now as I write this. He recently expressed a desire to continue creating cartoons.