{Page 5}
Jeffrey
The idea behind this
book was simply to gather
stories and old photographs to
jog your memory about places
people and different events.
Some of the letters will definitely
achieve their intended goal -
some well…you will have to
read them to see for yourself.
I know you will enjoy looking
through the book, and I hope you
will derive as much pleasure
looking through it as I did
putting it together for you
Happy Happy Birthday
Love
Ghislane
{Page 6 illegible}
{Page 7}
{A photo of Epstein with three men in camouflage uniforms}
These were your body guards
before you began trading with
presidents and getting the
army and secret service to
greet you
{Page 8}
{A photocopy of Epstein’s Cub Scout graduation certificate}
No graduates left!
{Page 9}
{A photo of a young boy and girl, and a younger boy}
The first girlfriend?
{Page 10}
{A photo of Jeffery Epstein}
As you were then
{Page 12}
{A photo of a ferris wheel and a photo of a windmill}
You go from Brooklyn
to…
{Page 13}
{A photo of an airplane}
From a
smaller
plane to a bigger
plane -
[illegible]
{A photo of a man standing outside of a door with a lot of bags}
From what
you thought
was a
huge
amount
of luggage
{2 photos of a lot of stuff and 1 photo of packed car}
To a
truely [sic]
huge
amount
of
luggage
{Page 14}
{A photo of Zorro ranch}
Zorro
{A photo of island}
Little St. Jeff
{photos of ugly interior decor}
paris
New York
Palm Beach
908 JE
909 JE
5 boats
20+ cars
and then you
added a train and then…..
{Page 15}
{A photo of a traincar}
From planes to helicopters to
trains.
Happy birthday.
Where do you want it?
Coming through the pass?
{Photo of an empty kitchen}
It is in
[illegible]
w/ a
shower
+ a
loo!
{Page 16}
{A photo of a man behind a redacted woman in a bathing suit}
Look [illegible]
and you
can see the
line you have
been looking
for
{A photo of Ghislane and Jeffrey}
← the first
date
Christmas 1991
{Page 20}
Happy 50th Birthday
May 2003 prove to be
the year you are most happy
Dear son Jeff
I have been very busy
reminiscing since Ghislaine
asked me to write about you for
your book. I keep thinking
about then and now.
My father drove Seymour and
me to the hospital that cold, snowy
day in January to become parents of
a beautiful, healthy son, Jeff
you have been a good son from
day one and we have been proud
of you ever since
{Page 21}
I recall you refused to go to sleep
unless I read a story from grandma’s
golden book that she bought for 25¢.
Grandma visited us every Saturday.
Today you are still an avid reader
Books cost ? dollars.
I knew you were an excellent
student because your report cards were
“A Plus” At PTA meetings I begged your
teachers to help improve your
handwriting.
At age 5 you had your first
accordionlesson. Lessons later teacher
Mr. Matos booked you in Carnegie Hall.
You won prizes in Prospect Park, Central
Park + other local competitive prizes.
Today do you know where
your accordion is?
You also played at your bar mitzvah
and uncle Lenny’s bar mitzvah.
{Page 22}
After a time you switched to
piano lessons Mr. Jerome Jolles recommended
you to Interlochen where you had fun.
I don’t know if it improved your piano.
Today you own a log cabin there.
At age 27 Cosmopolitan magazine
featured you as “Bachelor of the month”
Today you still hold that title,
we objected 100% to your going to
Europe at that time. After graduation
we would have seen to it you would
travel as a gentleman tourist. Instead
you went with Terry Kafka - we
pictured you coming home tired,
undernourished - sickly. To our
surprise you looked great and
had a great time -
Your experiences in Europe
helped you get the job at Dalton.
{Page 23}
Today - a limousine awaits
you as a dignitary
Jeff, I’m so sorry that dad can’t
share the [illegible] we have regarding
your achievements. He would have been
overjoyed reading the article about
you in the New York magazine.
I was looking at family
tapes. We had many, many parties,
anniversary parties, you enjoyed
being there.
Today you avoid gatherings,
parties - why?
Tonite [sic] is the deadline I
must get this manuscript to
Ghislaine.
If I know me, as soon
as I mail it, I will think of what I should of [sic] said.
{Page 24}
I was - Born Dec 4, 1916
I remember moving to
Willoughby Ave near St. John
Law - school. [illegible]
next to the convent -
my best friends were woodsy
[illegible]
I remember working - for my
father at 35 Walton Street.
He [illegible]
[illegible]
used bricks -
Then we moved to 404 Crown St.
where we stayed only 1 year -
Then we moved to 510 Crown St.
where I went to PS 161 -
graduated June 22, 1929
I also went to Hebrew school
until i was bar [illegible]
I was [illegible]
the morning in [illegible]
His name was [illegible]
My first job after [illegible]
for my father was in CCC
camp - in California where I
[illegible]
{Page 25}
I was there for 6 months in 19[?]9
and be unlisted until 1940.
1941 - I was drafted in the army -
Before that I had a try out with
the Bkyn Dodgers - after being
discharged in 1945. I lost out
being a baseball player - the
FIRST JOB I had in 1948 was
for [illegible] selling greeting
cards and also selling eclectic [sic] trains
for the Lionel Electric Train Co.
The next job I had was selling
shirts for [illegible] cutlery -
I then worked for Saks 34th St
selling shirts and also Saks FIFTH
Ave - then I got a job working
for the [illegible] dept - [illegible]
The next job I had was a
conductor for the IRT Subway
which lasted for about 3 years
1953-1956
Then I got a job in the park
dept - NYC from May 16-1956
thru 1983 when I had 2 hear
attacks - then I retired
27 years
{Page 26}
I was born Seymour Epstein on December 4, 1916
was the first beautiful baby born
to Julius + Bess. Bess was truly a
beautiful woman - I saw this myself
as I was growing up - Julius was very
a short stocky man - This great event
took place in a New York hospital
329 West 28th. My father was in
the wrecking business - my father
was born in Russia. My mother was
born as Brenda Tare[?] in Poland -
my father started his business in the
year of 19[?]0. He was in business for
44 years with his brother Phil before he passed away We lived
on Willoughby Ave when I was a young boy
Then we moved to Crown Street in Bklyn
While living on Crown St. I was drafted
into the US army - Aug 1, 19[??}. Before
I was drafted i enlisted in the CCC camp
which was in Brea, California. I stayed
there until 1940. Then I was drafted into
the US Army. My mothers parents -
there [sic] names were Escher Fischer -
My mother had 1 stepsister
her name was May Farber -
My mother’s brother was George [illegible]
she had more sisters + brothers
{Page 27}
I don’t recall how many or there [sic]
names - my grandfather died at
an early age - I have one brother
that was born May 11-19 -
I started school when I was 6 years old -
While in school I was a fairly good
student - until I graduated -
the teachers I liked best was
Mr. Fox - Mr. Frank + Mr. Miller +
also my [illegible] teacher - Mrs. [illegible]
[illegible] used to take the class
to Ebbets[?] field to see the Brooklyn
Dodgers play - Mr. Frank was
the shop teacher. Mr Miller was
the science teacher -
{Page 28}
My fathers brothers
Phil - died of a heart attack
Max - was a plumber also died of heart attack
Meyer - was a CPA
He died stepping on a rusty nail
my father had 1 sister. Her name
was Mamie Rabinowitz
I attended PS 161
After I graduated - I went to
Hebrew School on Crown Street -
my teachers name was Mr. [Brenda?]
I was bar mitzvahed on Thu afternoon
My teachers name was Mr. [Zwerdling?] -
After graduating Hebrew school
I went to Alexander Hamilton high
school. Where I stayed for 3 ½ years -
never - graduated. I quit school because
I never - liked school -
After I quit school I worked for my
father - on Walton St. - Bklyn -
I worked for him for about 3 years
farming $20 wk. - After working
for Him - I joined the CCC Camp -
They sent me to Brea, Calif. where I stayed
from 1939-1940 - then I came home
to Crown St. - couldn’t find a job
until I was drafted into the US army
on Aug 7, 1941.
{Page 29}
I was sent out to Bermuda where I stayed
36 mo until Oct. 13 1945 - I made many
friends in the Army -
My duties in the army was KP
+ finally they made me a 1st class
gunner on a big gun - my best
friend was John Ferris - and also I
met my Sat. Fred Rodack -
I enjoyed my stay in Bermuda very much
when I was discharged from Ft. [Monmouth?]
New Jersey I was sent home to
an empty house. My mother had a nervous
breakdown - Sidney Dubin - a candy store
owner told me where she was -
She was in the nursing home in Astoria 2 years -
whenI arrived there. I saw how my mother
was - I then asked the doctor how she was -
He told me not so good. They had to give
her shock treatments every 3 days -
when I saw her again there seemed to be
she seemed better. She stayed there
for about 1 year. They sent her home
on and off - finally she passed away
Sept 16 1960 in a hospital Hempstead[?]
L.I.
{Page 30}
After my mother died
I applied for the pk dept job in
1952. I waited until May 16 - 1956
for the job. I then started working
for the park dept. I worked in every
park in the district. In Dist. 9 BKLYN
I enjoyed working for the park dept -
in
I started working for Gimbel Bros in 1948
selling sporting goods + electric trains.
I stayed in Gimbels for about 2 years
I then worked for Macys selling cutlery
until 1950. Then I got a temporary job
as a conductor on the IRT. I lasted
until 1951 - when I met my lovely wife
Paula - on Jan 20 my wife gave
birth to son #1 - Jeffrey. Then
my wife gave birth to son #2 Mark -
born 1954 July 14 - we were in the
country - where I didn’t feel good
on the bus going home. When I reached
home I had the 1st heart attack on
May 31st 1983 - while in the hospital
I had my 2nd heart attack -
I stayed in the CI Hospital
intensive care. The conditions in the
ward was so horrible that my
{Page 31}
son Jeffrey transferred me to
Beekman downstate in a private
ambulance - after coming home
from Beekman - Downstate. I never
went back to work because the work was
to [sic] strenuous - I retired after 27 years on Nov 3, 1983
I then started to work for Mark
for 3 days a week Mon - Wed + Fri -
I am still working for Mark -
we then took a trip to Israel in Nov of
1985 - we visited my wifes relatives -
we stayed at the plaza hotel in Tel-Aviv
where we went to my sons friends
wedding. We stayed in Tel-Aviv for
5 days. Then - we went to the King David
in Jurusolum [sic] where my son Jeff
hired a limo - to take us around -
we stayed in J. for about 4 days
Arriving back home on my birthday
Dec 4, 1985
{Page 31}
{A photo of a young boy and an infant}
To simpler days.
Happy 50th
Mark
{Page 35}
{A photo of a toddler}
Jan 20, 1954
To Frances
from
your best boy
Jeffrey Edward
Epstein
{Page 55}
{Photo of an open book with the following entry:}
Dark as the night
not witty not bright
as he goes through the halls
people stop and stare
to see a Jewish boy with dark
fuzzy hair.
Your tutor
Jeff Epstein
{B/W photo of someone with their hands in their jacket pockets}
Sent this poor
starving child
of nature a
nice can of
dynamite tuna
Could you have it
on your conscience
not to?
{Page 57}
Girls on my boat
We picked up girls on beach - went out
on boat. I tell them with knife in my hand
to take suits off. But Warren tells don’t
worry his name is J.N. he’s just joking
he live at so + so, I tell mark to throw him
into water, he did.
{Photo of two men}
{Page 58}
Castaways Vol. 1
I was porking some girl in bed
+ Jeff brings in the maid to make bed
she left screaming + never came back
Were both in bed porking some girls
I said what do you think, while he’s
shoving penicllm [sic] down my throat.
I went the whole day without speaking
English, Jeff told everybody I was raised
on a boat in Brazil, when I come out of
the bathroom brushing my teeth + spit the
foam on the floor, Jeff says that’s how they
do it in Brazil
{Page 59}
Concord Hotel
Jewish singles weekend
Sit us down at table with ugly girls + I told
them don’t you have any pretty one’s [sic]
We get in room Jack says Don’t touch my
hair, you dump water right on his head
then we set room on fire.
throwing food in dining room, no one would
serve us - so they put us by kitchen
Gave us all our money back + told us to
leave + never come back
{Page 60 - duplicate of page 59}
Concord Hotel
Jewish singles weekend
Sit us down at table with ugly girls + I told
them don’t you have any pretty one’s [sic]
We get in room Jack says Don’t touch my
hair, you dump water right on his head
then we set room on fire.
throwing food in dining room, no one would
serve us - so they put us by kitchen
Gave us all our money back + told us to
leave + never come back
{Page 61}
[REDACTED] + [REDACTED]
Two very young girls probably just 17 +
were riding in my fathers caddy, Park Ave
top down smooching it up in car. Drop dead
laughing
Ocean reef trip
Start off you get speeding ticket. your [sic] with
[REDACTED] + her mother’s looking at me like I’m
a box of candy + shoving food the whole time
down my mouth
The boat ride in [REDACTED] birthday present boat
{Page 62}
[REDACTED] the Rabbis daughter.
Jeff would call the Rabbis [illegible]
+ say this is [REDACTED] father
I would bring her up to your mothers house
+ make her take her top off so we could touch
her boobs.
Her + [REDACTED] would play together with toys
{Page 65}
Jan 2003
Dear Jeff
I’m supposed to write something funny - well
I can’t think of just a single episode but rather many years
of great times, sea gate, coney island, mark twain, 188
Lafayette HS - our trips to Greenwich Village;
Sneaking into the Fillmore East, driving taxi cabs,
Maxs’ [sic] Kansas City, wearing my green army fatigue
jacket (that “uncle stanley” gave me) and “liberating
books from the book store on 6th ave + 8th street
(next to [Prexys?] - “Home of the educated hamburger”
Stories about chronic UTIs; prostate massage, orgies;
Ice skating in Prospect park with Terry + me + Warren
with scarves on our head so we could skate
during “couples only” music; fake fights on center ice;
bike riding in the middle of the night during
allergy season; Herb Alpert records like “Whipped
cream” (and Jacques [Loubsier?] plays Bach!) Pauls, Seymour,
Puggy, “[illegible]”, Harold Sokol, Maple Avenue
getting stopped in Warrens gold VW Beetle,
the “shed house” + big [scarves?] with huge stripes,
bikini underwear, no underwear, the shore theatre;
the huba-huba lunchconette [sic], Carolinas, the Riviera
(+ the [illegible] family pizza place), cooper union, your visit
to Italy (via [illegible], 27!) Firenze, your accordion
(+ the infamous flight of the Bumble Bee, Brighton
Beach Baths - Terry Warren, me + now you
50 years old! Wow! Happy birthday - best wishes
Love always Michael
{Page 69}
The has been consistent and remarkable
progress in all fields. Jeffrey’s English has
improved with some words coming out with
an [illegible] English inflexion. Mixing with
royalty perhaps. Foreign languages have
significantly improved with special progress
being made in Swedish, Russian and
currently Portuguese. French is also
[illegible]. Recognition is [illegible]
of sciences is also forthcoming. The
Epstein [illegible] at Harvard. In health
education it can be said that Jeffrey
has totally mastered the female form.
[illegible]
paint. He remains the most talented man in the world.
{Page 72}
{A photo of Jeffrey
My wedding!
May 30th 1988
at the water club
NYC
The “empty” yarlmuke
represents Terry.
Who could not attend (he
was in Spain -
I met him there
a few days later
on my honeymoon!
{Page 78}
{Photo is of a notebook}
To [REDACTED]
As she goes though
the hall, people stop and stare
To see such a pretty girl with
long yellow hair
Love
{signed} Jeff Epstein
{Page 79}
{Photo is of a notebook}
To Jeff’s woman
Roses are red
violets are blue
your hair is like
gold
I wish mine were too
(I’d hate to see what I’d
look like)
Yours darkly
Warren Eisenstein
{page 80}
just annoying transcriptions
{Page 98}
{Photo is of Jeffrey and a redacted person}
“He is the boyfriend of [REDACTED]”
“We think he works for the CIA”
{Page 99}
{Photo of a messy living room, and a photo of Jeffery laying in bed with a redacted figure sitting next to him}
Alberto Pinto
had a huge
input here.
These are con-
sidered his
floor days.
{Photo of Jeffery with a redacted person}
Who took this picture?
{Page 100}
{2 photos of Jeffery and an old man}
“Just give me the
$100, I will not tell
Paula!”
{Photo of Jeffery and the man standing by a car with a redacted figure in the drivers seat}
“Suppose if she \
doesn’t know where
the brakes are”
{Page 101}
Are you sure this will make my “winkie” grow?
{Photo of Jeffery at the counter of some kind of store}
Oh my, never seen those pants before!
{Photo of Jeffery on a street somewhere in Asia}
Waiting for my foot massage
{Photo of Jeffery in a bathtub}
{Page 102}
{Photo of a plane, dated “‘91 8 29}
It all happened so quickly. From
the Hawker to the 727
{Photo of Jeffery and a redacted woman on his lap on a plane}
{Page 103}
{Photos of Jeffery in ski gear}
This is what I am suppose [sic]
to like!!?
{Page 104}
{Photo of Jeffery}
Heading for the blue sofa.
Wake me up tomorrow!
{Photo of Ghislaine[?] and a redacted person}
He promised you what?!!
{Page 105}
{3 photos of Jeffery in a hotel}
{Down the left side of the page}
Not a cloud in my sky!
{Page 106}
{A notecard with the following written on it:}
Jeffrey and Dr. [REDACTED]
cordially invites you
for cocktails and dinner
on June 8, Graduation Eve
at Six o’clock
Bel-Air Country Club
10768 Bellagio Rd
R.s.v.p
only regrets
212-750-9895.
I truly share this diploma with
{two photos of a graduation day}
you. THANK YOU!!!!
{two photos of Jeffery and a redacted woman}
This was a great celebration!
{Page 107}
{Photo is of Jeffery and Ghislaine in a pool. Ghislaine’s breasts are redacted}
Happy Birthday
Love
{signed} Ghislaine
x
{Page 109}
{[sic] on the majority of this}
Uncel F maks popy
one day uncel
F desided to go popy.
He had never seen
popy in his life,
even thou he is
50 he has never
seen it “nararater
why are you here?”
said uncel F
“Get on with the story” Ok
So as I was saing
he was going for the tolet
as he plop he
popped on the floor
so uncel F ran
to tell his mommy
that he had popyd
on the floor. “Mommy
me popy on the floor, and
me see popy for
first time. no not the
narrator agin, why are
you here said uncel F
because you only have 1 min and 2 sec
left so hury up with the
story. Ok Thats to fast I guess so
so to end the silly story he cleaned the
popy up
{Page 111}
{A childs drawing. 5 crying women are drawn at the top of the page}
here comes the bride all dressed in
{hand-drawn music notes}
white were is the grom
he’s in the lady’s room
what is his reminder
to work on his binder
[illegible] is teh [illegible] his dogy!
{A drawing of two older looking people with what appears to be a child between them}
{Page 112}
A new series of picture
{2 photos of a redacted girl}
looking bookish
{2 photos of redacted girl playing piano}
playing the Steinway
{Page 118}
On the Occasion of Jeffrey Epstein’s
50th Birthday
A V.F.P.C* is something to be
A V.F.P.C is something to see
A liver, a lover, a Jeff, a Jeffrey
Let’s all give a cheer, for today he’s fifty!
Five decades, L, or half century
By birds and by bucks, C’s and M’s are his key
Blonde, red, or brunette spread out geographically
With this net of fish, Jeff’s now ‘The Old Man and the Sea’
Teaching math, trading options or foreign currency
Green eyeshades, schemes and plans, a unique tax strategy
wet dream and cauchemar [French translation - nightmare], an architect’s wild spree
Moscow, Paris, Santa Fe, Alhambra East jamboree
{Page 119}
Maxwellian delight, a mother’s treasure, great joy most surely
Harvardian patron, brain researcher, for extending wannabe
outrageous, iconoclastic, unconventional, spirit free
Best of all, a dear friend, happy birthday Jeffrey!
Love and kisses,
[Leon?]
*Vanity Fair poster child
{Page 120}
Birthday Greetings
to Degenerate One
From Eaton Square to Barton Way
from St. Moritz to Palm Beach + Manhattan
is it a mere 2 decades in Earthtime
(so many girls, so little time)? And you
there Jeffery always grinning like the mysterious
mischievous lad you are - I remember it
all with a smile. Though with a melancholy
smile to think you are only at mid century
a mere boy, (though we vampires are supposed
to age slowly)((if at all)), so there will
be decades more of my screaming [commodity?] [illegible]
on planes while the other passengers say SSH! and you
never failing to astonish me, “I’ll look out the
window and you’ll be shooting past on a rocket
with a cheshire cat grin!” Keep it up Jeffrey.
With great affection
Degenerate II
(AKA [REDACTED])
{Page 121}
No excuses!
{A hand-drawn palm tree and two men}
{one is saying} No! I will not stop the chronometer - keep going! ha! ha! ha! ha!
{the other one is saying} too fast too much! please stop!
{Page 122}
Joy
{A 4-photo collage of Epstein - all the same photo with different filters}
keep going
young man
{Page 123}
Joy
{A 6-photo collage of Epstein - all the same photo with different filters}
keep going
young man
COME BACK TO PAGE 124-125: Math shit
COME BACK TO 126 HARD TO READ FROM BILL CLINTON
COME BACK TO 134
{Page 136}
Once upon a time, an intelligent,
sharp-witted man they call
“mysterious” parachuted into my life…
{Photo of a parachute in the sky}
{Page 137}
You would spend many hours
just waiting for him to turn up
{Photo from behind of a man standing on a balcony}
{Page 138}
And often, no sooner were you
getting used to having him around,
you would suddenly be alone….
again
{Distant photo of a person in a boat}
{Page 139}
Leaving you with some
“interesting friends to
entertain instead….
{Photo of a man, a redacted woman and a hand-redacted woman}
{Page 140}
Or just some dogs to keep
you company
(he wasn’t always so keen
on them)
{Photo from a villa of a redacted person with two yellow labrador retreivers}
{Page 141}
But then he would
parachute back in…
{Photo of a person parachuting}
{Page 142}
Very occasionally, taking
you by surprise in some
far off places
{Label from a bottle of “The Tyrconnell” Irish Whiskey}
{Page 143}
Or in one of his glorious
homes he likes to share
with his friends
(yum yum)
{Photo of an island}
{Page 144}
But, wherever he is in the
world, he remains my
best pal!
{Photo of Jeffery talking to a guy in a bathrobe outside on a deck}
{Page 145}
Happy birthday,
Jeffrey
We love you!
{Photo of two smiling men on a boat}
{Page 146}
January 2003
Dear Jeffrey,
The beginning of a new year in an appropriate time
to count our blessings.
Among mine is your friendship. It’s been more than
a decade since we met by chance at an airport in
Washington. During that time you’ve been a good friend.
I’m grateful for that and for what I hope will be many
more years of your friendship.
Among your blessings for [her?] the opportunity
to lead a full, exciting, and fantastically varied
life. Now that you’ve reached a critical milestone,
I hope you will intensify your activities in the
widest possible range of issues, especially in the
field of science when you’ve already done so much.
With my congratulations, gratitude and
best wishes,
George Mitchell
P.S. [On your honor?], Heather shares your birthday,
confirming my belief that a lot of great people
were born on January 20!
{Page 156}
{Photo of Trump with the giant check}
Jeffrey showing early talents
with money + women! Sells “fully
depreciated” [REDACTED] to
Donald Trump for $22,500.
Showed early “people skills” too. Even
though I handled the deal I
didn’t get any of the money or the girl!
{Page 157}
Dear Jeffrey,
Since we first met, some 30 years
ago, I never imagined I would open
New York Magazine and read “Jeffrey
Epstein International Man of Mystery.”
Jeffrey, I care about you and
those that really know you, know that you
are not a “mystery man.” You are
enigmatic to most that think differently,
those without your incisive sense as to
how the world works.
The magic that you possess is your
remarkable capacity to arrive at solutions.
It’s always been Oscar Wilde and Jeffrey
Epstein that were always right.
You are perceptive, insightful, concise - all
in 30 seconds. If you don’t get it in 30 seconds,
you will not get it - the moment will
have passed.
{Page 158}
Your centered individuality, your lack
of desire for public recognition reminds
me of a story I mince heard about the
Irish playright [sic], Samuel Beckett. He spent
his life avoiding the public eye. None was a
greater sense of displeasure than recognition
from the teeming masses. So, the story goes
like this - Beckett was with his mistress
in Morocco and received a telegram from
Ireland with the news he had been awarded
the Nobel Prize. His reaction? “This is the
worst news I have ever received.”
A word from the wise, to the wise, is sufficient.
Jeffrey, I love you as a brilliant and
unpredictable friend. May you always maintain
your inner solitude.
I wish you health, stealth + continued wealth,
not necessarily in that order. Happy Birthday.
Joseph Paganes
{Page 166}
Dear Jeffrey,
For the man who has almost
everything, but never enough of these!
[illegible] with best wishes for your 50th birthday.
[illegible],
[illegible]
{Page 171}
January 20th 03
Dear Jeffrey -
I wanted to get you what you want…so
here it is….
{Hand-drawn photo of a woman’s breasts}
Happy Birthday
Your friend
Leslie
{Page 173}
Here are the pictures of Jeffrey found in
an extensive search of the Daily News [free reflecting?]
his [illegible] and high profile. We found his
vital statistics, his birthday (38th), his date of
birth (July 11), his country of birth (Lichtenstein)
his family life (wife, 3 children), and his profession.
So happy times, best wishes, and peace
Mort Zuckerman
{Page 176}
{A ‘Weekly World News’ header next to a photo of Epstein}
International funny man of history
revealed as alien in disguise
Strange beings from planet
near distant star
hatch sinister plot
to corner choice real estate
on Earth
They all exhibit
curious aversion
to food and wine
Ex-President taken in
{Page 178}
Dear Jeffrey,
On this occasion, I am reminded of our many
conversations, fueled by both your curiosity and your
skepticism. Quoting great minds may be the only
gift I can give you to stimulate the one and relieve
the other.
First, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr:
“Certitude is not the test[or best] of certainty. We have
been cocksure of so many things that were not so.” Your
curiosity, continuing on with your skepticism, will
take care of this without hazard, birthday after birthday.
Next, Thoreau:
“Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round
your life, as a dog does his master’s chaise. Do
what you love. Know your own bone[?]; gnaw at
it, bury it, unearth it and grow it still. “This
too, you do admirably.
Then, Leonardo da Vinci:
“Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its
purity and in cold weather become frozen; even so
does inaction. [Sap?] the [vigors?] of the mind.” Epstein is
not at risk. When he is the room, you do not
fall asleep.
Finally, a remark for the not so great Gertrude Stein
on your [illegible]:
“As a cousin of mine once said about money,
money is always there but the pockets change; it is
not in the same pockets after a change, and that
is all there is to say about money.”
You have said more and, going beyond
talk, you have shown how to find it.
And so, felicitations on the [vigors?] of your
body and mind, and warm hopes for many occasions
celebrating their gifts. [ILLEGIBLE SIGNATURE]
{Page 180}
For Jeffrey
with birthday greetings
from {photo of old man yawning} Murray
From the collection of photos
by the late Doug Adams*
all depicting people yawning.
*author of the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”
Page 181
{Page 188}
Happy
Birthday
Jeffrey!!!!
[illegible signature]
{Page 197}
Jeffrey
Look at this drawing.
Picture the scene without the
audience, the girl sleeping on
the floor I believe had shorter
hair then…
Does it bring you back memories
??
I’m thinking of all the great
times we had together! You know
you will always be my very close
friend even though we don’t see
each other so much anymore
Have a happy 50 (I can’t
believe it!) But the good news is:
you look better than you did years
ago when we first met.
Love always
[REDACTED]
{Page 199}
I received a call from Ghislaine, who I
had worked on (massaged) twice in the last few
months, to work on her “employer”: “He is a business
man and wants you to work on his feet at his desk,”
she said. My first thought was ‘corns and bunions
and a curmudgeon of a man.’
When I first set eyes on you, on March 22, 1993
you were sitting behind an enormous desk in your
office at home on 69th street, in a jean shirt and
sweatpants and your feet were possibly the most beautiful
that I had ever seen belonging to a man. I remember
thinking that you looked like a more handsome Ralph
Lauren. We moved over to a sitting area and I sat on a
footstool and worked on your feet, while you in an armchair,
watched me and Ghislaine worked on your shoulders. After a
few minutes you gave me that squinched-eye look (a mix of
calculation and enjoyment, both devouring and yet submissive)
that is so you, and moaned a bit and I thought…Ok, this
is going well. Within 10 minutes of my being there, you asked me
to leave with you guys that night to go to Florida. I had never
heard of anything so spontaneous and farfetched and yet I know
that you were serious. I had a previous engagement (I was
throwing a dinner party) and so you said you would see me when
you got back and have your secretary call and schedule.
You did…and my life was forever changed.
{Page 200}
I am grateful, really beyond any words that I
can put here, for your friendship, your belief in
me, for all that you have taught me, all the
opportunities that you have given me, and all
the facinating [sic] people you have introduced me to.
When I met you, I was so tightly wound and
you were so crazy and you gave me a happy
medium. You showed me how much more I am
than I ever thought I was. Your guidance has
kept me on track and encouraged me to grow and
think bigger. You built my business and my confidence;
have sent me on travels that changed my life; given,
given, given to me; taken care of my friends and
family members. You have taught me how to laugh
and think in new ways; protected me and made
me feel safe. You have been infinitely patient with me
and I am so blessed.
With you, dear Jeffrey, I laugh like a little girl and feel
like a woman. I love you.
{Page 201}
{A watercolor heart and a photograph of a woman’s buttocks in a bikini}
Forever Aspen with Francis,
Snowdays,
The Real Mushroom
{Page 204}
Happy birthday to “My favorite”!
Jeffrey, we met in the summer of 1985
at “Indochine” which makes us friends
for 17 yrs…can you believe it!!
During these years we have had a lot of
fun watching each other grow up. But
there are a few memories that particularly
stand out which should make you chuckle!
First, the day Clark Schubach brought me
over to your apt. and then left! After
chatting for a bit you blurted out “you
are a virgin right”...after recovering from
embarrassment I answered yes, how did
you know and you said “because you
talk so fast” Ha! Ha! Then there was
the day we went shopping together at
Bloomingdales and you proceed to throw
me down on the middle of the floor…right smack
in the middle of the shoe dept. and
started tickling and kissing me all
over!! Next, there was the time I
stayed at your house because my apt. was
not ready to move into and one
morning I woke up and there were white
{Page 205}
roses all over the room so I asked
who they were for (thinking you had
a girlfriend coming over etc.) and
you replied “for you”...that was
one of the most sweetest/special
moments I’ve had with you. Then
there was [REDACTED] black tie birthday
party. I was so excited that you
invited me…Ace Greenberg was there
so I looked really cool as I just
started working at Bear Stearns and
there was one water for each couple…
now that was “chic.” I still smile
each morning at the picture from that
party which you sent me this past
July for my birthday…Jeffrey what
I love about you is that sometimes
you can be just so sweet + sentimental…
thank you for sharing that part of
yourself with me! Next was a time you
were driving around with JoJo and
had a craving for frozen yogurt so
stopped by for an impromptu visit
cause you know I always have a treat
in the freezer…you were so cute
{Page 206}
as you entered my apartment with
that big grin on your face!!
Then remember the time I was
living in California and you invited
me to Palm Beach for a visit.
Well you had a guest, and I hadn’t
seen you in awhile and wanted to
spend some private time with you
so we went out to the movies alone.
Gosh I could go on and on but
suffice it to say I have loved
most every minute I’ve had knowing
you over these past year. All the
chats we’ve had, life lessons, boy
strategy, tears to laughter and on
and on. I hope I’ve made you
proud and look forward to
more adventures/exciting times with
you in the years to come!
I <3 you!
xoxo [REDACTED]
10 December, 200[?]
{Page 207}
{A photo of Jeffrey with a redacted person}
Jeffrey…you and I out at a
Halloween Party!!
{Photo of redacted person}
{Page 208}
{A photo of Jeffrey at a table with a redacted female next to him}
Visiting you down
in Palm Beach…
can’t get a second
of privacy with you
and a camera around Ha! Ha!
{A photo of a woman wearing thong underwear looking through a closet}
{Page 209}
My dear Jeffrey,
I can write about how I want to cut you
into bird-head pieces and chew them between
my molars until I suck all the blood and juice
out of you. (No stew, just raw)
Or, I can write about how you never cease
to amaze me with your kindness and generosity to
so many, whose lives you touch in several ways.
(Thanks for taking me to Gospel.)
Most importantly, I can tell you how happy
you make me by simply being “you”.
Yet, no words would suffice to capture
what you really mean to me. I am very lucky
to have you in my life and hope that you know
I will be there for you, if you ever need me.
Happy birthday!
[REDACTED]
P.S. I do NOT share.
{Page 211}
BOOBIE
Happy birthday (you old fart….)!
Don’t worry in your case getting older → getting better
[REDACTED]
Fun memories: 1. 265: the elevator ride
2. Bloomie’s lingerie department
Are you lost?
3. Seagate - The roots…
Buying [illegible] at la linsene[?]
Chicken soup: Are you Yewish (Joowish?)
Who’s the floosie
A+
What does he do for a living?
Do pigs fly???
I have made it -
does Shimi know?
{Page 212}
To Jeffrey…what can “I” possibly
say to you? You’ve finally
made it to the much-maligned,...
scary 50…but you’re not
getting older…you’re getting better…..
…or is it richer???
Think back all we’ve been through -
growing-up is impossible to do!
n’est ce pas?
My dear friend, Happiest of birthdays
and much happiness!
[illegible]
{Page 213}
Things to change…& do…
No MORE wearing those nasty “BLACK
CARGO” pants…
No more “deli”
No more “Sweat pants”
No more “Dating”
or we’ll put you on “The Bachelor”
A trip to the “Silver” Star
for old time’s sake.
A trip to the “[solow?]” building
(ditto)
{Page 215}
A “Concert” or your “concert”
grand!...[illegible]
Golf lessons…it’s time now -
and video-taped!?!
A [illegible] at the “Rebis[?] Plaza” !!
A “Shopping trip” with your “old”...
(and I am!!!) friend V?!!
A “colonoscopy” once a year!
[illegible]
{Page 220}
Dearest Jeffrey,
Wishing you a very, very, very, very
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I hope that your day is filled with
everything that you thought you could
only have dreamed about!
May this year be the best yet!
Sending you lots and lots and lots
of love, hugs and kisses always,
[REDACTED]
{Page 221}
Jeffrey you are one in a billion!
Everybody admires you so!
Funny, gorgeous, intellectual and kind, you are
Fabulous through and through!
Ranch, island, Paris, Palm Beach, New York
Everywhere you go
You have got it all…and we love you so!
{Page 223}
Jeffrey, oh Jeffrey!
Everybody loves you!
Fun in the sun!
Fun just for fun!
Remember….don’t forget me soon!
Epstein…you rock!
You are the best!
{Page 224}
{Two photos of a redacted woman in a bikini}
And thought you might like…
…some bikini shots!
Bye-bye!
x x x
{Page 231}
Jeffrey….
Happy birthday!
Jimmy
P/S - from a “six” to
another “six” ….
good health + good luck!
{Page 233}
1/15/03
Dear Jeffrey,
We started out behind the desk some
25 years ago.
Somehow I’m still behind the desk -
you’re not…I’m asking myself now
what I’m still doing there, but it certainly
helps define why you’re my hero
All the best, happy birthday.
I wish you love + laughter always,
Ted Serure[?]
{Page 235}
Dear Jeffrey
Welcome to the club
From the first time that we traveled
to Columbus and you had Ghislaine
carry your bags at the airport,
I knew I would learn a lot
from you.
My best wishes for a very
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
IRA
P.S. I still miss my hat
P.S.S. I gave up on my tie
{Page 237}
{Photo of Jeffrey in a hammock on a beach}
Let the next fifty years be
more full of photos and times
like these
{Page 238}
To the next fifty years
{Photo of a strip of wood that reads ‘Know when you are winning’}
‘Know when you are winning’
The next fifty years will be
even more wonderful
Happy birthday
Lots of love
{Signed} Ghislaine
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