I have so many wonderful memories of Jamie. As the days pass, I often find myself smiling as something triggers a long-along event or some recent conversation. When Jamie became ill, I began to reflect on his influence in our lives and especially, in mine. He was a very capable and confident, yet humble person. He was interested in everything and no subject was too challenging. He rebuilt cars and motorcycles, prepared gourmet meals, sculpted, painted, and planted sustainable gardens - always mindful of birds and insects and especially, butterflies. He designed and built a house, wove rugs, rafted and fished Oregon rivers, and loved to search for treasure at minus tide. He wrote poetry and short stories and was working on two novels, one based in the mountains of Virginia and the other a murder mystery on the Oregon coast. His sketchbook and camera hold the images of oft-painted themes: industry, rail yards, farms, farm work and country landscapes. He used his interest in painting to reach out to people and share his enjoyment of life. I have a favorite story: After he retired, he took a watercolor class at PCC. He usually took the bus and one day struck up a conversation with an elderly woman who told him wonderful stories of her life as a young flamenco dancer. He used those stories to create a vibrant and timeless watercolor paintng of her in her youth as she described it, dressed in red and orange, with jet black hair, shapely calves and bare arms and shoulders, dancing in front of a flamenco band. He gave the painting to her the next time he saw her.