Arin

Jim was a true renaissance man. I mean that literally and figuratively. The guy could play at least a dozen baroque instruments, pound red hot iron, and I swear to you- wore period clothing for 40 years. During that entire time, I can't remember ever seeing him mad. Not to say that he never was, but instead that he was virtually always cheerful, which is pretty impressive when you think about it. If you visited him at random, you would find him happily tapping on a harpsichord or happily building some new item. I appreciated his patience- especially when he humored me as I tried to build a hot tub using wagon wheel rings as a young kid. I can't remember when I first met Jim. I may have been 2 or 3 years old. Back in the day, he had a madrigal singing group with my mom and several others. He will be sorely missed by the hundreds, well thousands of people he knew and befriended. He is survived by a happy and successful family and many friends. Jim would want you to toast him onto the next adventure, so please give him a final thought. Bon Voyage Jim!