He was a happy, loquacious,
mathematical man. He graduated Chula
Vista High School and moved immediately to San Francisco. “He was a randy young man,” his cousin told
us yesterday. He had over 30 years of
sobriety. He was also meticulous with
numbers and details. For the rest of his
life, he ordered other lives.
We first met him as a
friend of Ducks’. We would do concerts
and dinners with both Jims often until last year. Slowly our contact lessened tho we didn’t
forget him. He had two heart attacks and faded away until
February fifth.
What I didn’t know was
that he was only three weeks older than I, and that he was in my class in High
School. In my case, the math students
and art students were never to meet. I’m
just glad I knew him in the middle of my life.
What a lovely man.
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- Himself: Going to help fill the crack in the big bookcase. Play games. Meeting.
- Me, myself, and I: Discard books. I have an overflowing bookcase upstairs, and I have high acid books rotting downstairs. I’m going to discard books. I will have to check my HS annuals that are boxed in the garage too.
- Reading: Penny’s “The Nature of the Beast.”
- Gratitude’s: That I knew Jim.
Sorry for the loss of your friend, Mage.
ReplyDeleteSo hard to lose our friends. One of the unkind aspects of this time of life.
ReplyDeleteSo many losses these days......I guess it comes with the territory (senior years).
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to believe we're all approaching the finish line. Good job I walk so slow.
ReplyDeleteI am of the age now that I am beginning to lose relatives and friends. It's so hard.
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