May God bless you and your...
When I think of Jim, I can't help but remember a time at the house at Tri-Lakes. Jim came into the living room where we were all gathered one morning. He was scantily clad (i.e. underwear), and, after hearing a mortified yell from one of his daughters or his wife about having company, he said, "What? It's just Heather." I laughed. I felt like family, you know, just one of his girls. He was a bit of a pistol like that, and he had a hearty laugh and an infectious grin to go with that ornery...
Heather Fisher
January 20, 2012 | Churubusco, IN



