My deepest prayers of sympathy and strength to Jim's family, and to his other "family" at Hope House foundation thrift shop. I didn't know Jim well enough to even know his last name, but through our dozens of conversations over the years while perusing the thrift store for magical finds, I came to look forward to his gentle smile, and the sincerity of good conversation. He knew what I was looking for. Old guitars for me to use in my artwork. He would say, "hey guitar man" when he saw me, and promised he would keep an eye out for any that I might miss, given my stops at the shop were far less frequent than his. He knew I worked on the radio, and knew which one, though I never really understood if he was a Bob-FM listener. It didn't matter though, as it was just a part of our conversation. A conversation I had been missing. We had a running joke for perhaps the last year or so that he was at the shop EVERY TIME I walked in the door! I had noted the last two visits, he was not. Today, one of the gals at Hope House broke the news, knowing Jim and I shared a running joke. Now my heart is sad, though I know we'll be chatting again in the wink of an eye. God blessed us all with you Jim, and you tell those running Heaven House Thrift to give you all the donated guitars that come in. I'll get them from you later. Thanks for being my friend.