Jimmy made us all feel that life is good. He didn’t look like an athlete but he was. His curve ball wasn’t appreciated by the scouts. He would have been a great politician. Instead Jimmy sold Cadillacs in Berkeley with a vision that “there’s an ass for every seat.”  I dragged his butt out bed on his wedding day.  He saved my butt many times over.  Our days in the Russian river we’re epic. I loved him and still miss him. RIP my friend.