Saturday, January 3, 2015
Jim,
Jim and I sat across from each other for 10 years as part of the men’s discussion group at Mendon Church; we met every Saturday morning for a couple of hours to discuss and debate an assigned book we were reading. Given his chatty nature, Jim was good-natured ly given a three-minute allotment of each week.
Since leaving the church, after moving to the west side of Rochester a few years ago, Jim made a point of keeping in touch with me; we’d go out to lunch 2-3 times a year, most recently last summer. In this year’s Xmas card, I suggested we get together in January. It’s always later than it seems.
I’ll miss Jim’s mischievous side (he used to mail me exotic travel articles and dating advice, among other stuff), the twinkle in his eye, his meandering digressions, and his concern for me after my divorce. Having been through one or two himself, he knew how life-altering they often are.
He was a character and a good man. I’ll miss him.
