By Jim Brow ~

I’ve known James since I was a teenager, when he and Carole were in Berkeley. He seemed very proper in his manner at first. He was probably just over whelmed by our boisterous family and didn’t know how else to react.

One summer when I was about seventeen or eighteen, James and Carole drove the old blue Capri out to Utah for a visit. One day, the rest of the family was going fishing or something, but James, Carole and I went to explore the West Desert. We had such a great time that day, driving down empty roads and stopping to take pictures. Like the staged one of James and me, one of us trying to sell the other an old used Capri in the middle of the desert.

Or the time the three of us rode our ten speed bicycles from their apartment in downtown Sacramento all the way out to Sunrise Mall. It was almost sundown by the time we got there and we were so exhausted, we took the bus back downtown. What great adventures! What great memories!

James was an incredible person and I will never forget him for his caring, his wit, his kind nature, and his love and devotion to all our family.