Dancing Jim

Jim and I were in the same square dance club. Well, officially. He got all around town and I stayed pretty close to the home club. We'd spent a little time in the car going to a metro meeting on a quarterly basis.

He'd worked for quite some time printing Golden Books at Western Publishing. I was in printing at a near opposite end of the spectrum. We had something besides dance to talk about. Lots of dancers do not move to talk about anything else besides dance. The weather comes up, but no politics, religion and not much sports.

That's why square dancing is so much fun. You really do not know where anyone stands on anything except your foot ... right, left, front, back.

They say he went peacefully. We'll miss ya, Jim.