Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Tourist Cabins on North US 41.
Jim was only about 3 years older than me but I thought of him as older. Everyone did. He wore a goatee, had a paunch and no hair on the top of his head... all this at age 22. I saw him socially (we would have laughed at that definition but I'm just saying we didn't work or study or do anything productive except to coexist as observers of the community) - saw him almost every day for about 10 years and enjoyed it. When I heard that he died, I had only seen him 3 or 4 times in 30 years but I felt like I lost a friend to a stupid accident with a broken microwave.
An activist, an artist, a folk singer, a handyman, a mechanic, a painter and a former Boy Scout, he held art department positions at the university and at the city's first TV station then exemplified free lance: - artist, sign painter, car mechanic. His life defied summarization. He left his artistic tracks all over the city; his name will come up again.