I loved Jim as a friend and Fiji brother. He was a great husband and dad, and a friend to countless people. I'm sorry he's gone. I'll miss him a lot. So will his Chi Mu brothers from Mizzou, who nicknamed him "Purebred" when he was a pledge. A lot of guys have a hole in their hearts this week.
Jim and I were roommates at 704 College Blvd. in Columbia. I transferred in from SMU and affiliated with the Fijis at Mizzou. We were both in J-school, so it was comfortable for us to share a room in the fraternity house. Jim used to crush Oreos into a glass of milk before bedtime. It was his way of relaxing after a long day, but I liked to think that he needed all that sugar to fuel his light speed brain activity all night.
Manic, frenetic, gregarious, loud, bigger than life, unstoppable, driven, intense, funny, loyal and dedicated. There will never be another like him. We are all the richer for having known him.
I remember a skiing trip he made to Colorado several years ago. My family has lived in the Denver area for 34 years. Just off the lift, we stood at the top of a run admiring the view and discussing the angle of descent. Jim would have no talk of caution. His eyes told me he was feelin' it. He pointed his tips downhill and he was off. I'd never seen him happier. And now I know he's even happier still because he's free styling in heaven.
To Andy, Mimi and Nancy, and all of Jim's family and friends, may God bless you and bring you comfort in these really difficult days.
Steve Haigh