James Everett Jones

The news of Jim's passing moved me to tears. I met Jim through my now deceased father-in-law, Larry Thomas, a retired park ranger. My husband and I live in Tucson but whenever we would visit his parents in Moab, Larry would invite me to join "The men in the trees" (not sure where this name came from) for coffee and a muffin, on Saturday morning, at the Red Rock Bakery. I am Belgian and Larry wanted me to meet Jim and hear the stories of his service in my country during WWII. Once, maybe 10...