I worked very closely with Jeff for the last 18 years he worked in Charlotte. For much of that time our desks were about 15 feet apart. In the work environment a lot of people are reluctant to share knowledge, or to accept advice from a co-worker. That was not Jeff. His generosity in helping a coworker was boundless, and he never had any reluctance to listen to advice from someone else. In my career there was never anyone more generous, or enjoyable to work with than Jeff.
Jeff was famous as a teller of tales, more often than not factual stories from his own life. Just a few that come to mind would include growing up on his grandpa's farm and having nothing to wear except brown clothes because they didn't show soil. Joining the Marines because they had the sharpest uniforms at the high school career fair. Driving his Ford retractable hardtop down York Road every morning at 100 mph. And the famous foot race, when a summer temp worker at the plant turned out to be on the NC State track team. As Jeff said, "when he pulled out them shoes with the spikes on the bottom I knew I was in trouble." Jeff looked down at his brogans. With most of the shop workers having made bets on Jeff to win, he decided to run the mile and a half down Westinghouse Blvd. barefoot. He lost. The soles of his feet were bloody. But he had the respect of all those shop workers who lost bets and who rolled him to the lunchroom in a wheelbarrow for a week.
Jeff used a lot of unique phrases. Some were nuggets of wisdom and some just added a bit of color. It's been 25 years since I worked with Jeff, but I still find myself occasionally finding a Jeff Morgan phrase to be the perfect description of a situation. Each time I use one I think of Jeff, and I always will.