Ten years later, and I still think of Jim often. He was a great guy with a great laugh and infectious personality. It was impossible to not like him. I have fond Fordham memories of Jim. There was the time when he and my roommates exploded out of our dorm room on their way to McSorleys, and eventually up to Boston. There was the spring break in Panama City where we all rented motorcycles. And there was the time when I was sneaking into his dorm room while visiting during his Senior year, where he accidentally dropped his dorm room window on my hand and almost chopped my fingers off. The guy was a clown (my highest compliment) and I'm glad I had the chance to know him. To Terilyn, Jack, and the entire Patrick family: I'm so sorry for your loss.