Jim Kelliher
Mr. Fry's 11th grade electronics repair class, Jim by far his most advanced student. Diplomacy, the game. Mr. Electron, Jim's holiday-home in Wheaton for several years. Housing him one summer while we were both undergrads. His old much worn Ford Falcon stolen from a Rockville parking lot, for which I don't think Jim ever gave up hope of finding. His many Master's degrees not wanting to leave his college life in Blacksburg. Our shared love of badminton.
Knocking me, stunned, out of my chair into the aisle in Mr. Caldwell's Advanced Biology class with a super-charged capacitor hidden in a pen he so innocently offered me after clandestinely stealing all of mine. Using super glue to rescue a C- for us in our dissection of a frog's nervous system after I clumsily severed its nerve cord at the neck.
Making a space for me in his crowded house on my many drives from Austin back home to Northern Virginia. Black Russians his only, and occasional, drink.
Jim was an eccentric man with a gentle heart. He helped people in many small ways without making a big deal of it. I regret losing touch with Jim four years ago. I just now found out about his passing through a Google search.
- Jim's buddy Jim.

