For several years Jim visited my home town, Phoenix, during the winter months to escape the snow in Iowa. On one particular trip he brought back to me a desk that my dad (his uncle) had made as a teenager from trees cut from the family farm. Had Jim not carted it all the way from Iowa to Phoenix in his van I would not have this cherished piece today.
Jim loved to golf. For several years he traveled the country and tried out the local courses. When he visited Phoenix, he'd join us for a round or two.
