I know that Jim would deliver a roundhouse to my solar plexus if I ever wrote anything too sentimental here, but too bad Jim. You were probably the best friend I ever had. We had some pretty good times back in our Oshkosh days, hanging out in your apartment near Rainbow Park; you, me, and Bill Angermeyer jumping out of the window into the giant snowbank below. That epic bike ride to Devil's Lake State Park, 12 hours of riding, chased by 11 farm dogs along the way. All the great times we had at Copps, how we didn't get fired I still don't know. Road trips down to Milwaukee or Madison for concerts. Our self-styled "Bull Day" at Milwaukee's Summerfest, drinking Schlitz Malt Liquor and enjoying live music all day. Along with you, Chris Pickering, Steve Smits, Billy Angermeyer, Mike Brasch--these were some of the best times of my life. To use one of your lines that I'm sure you stole from someone else, you were a Gentleman and a Scholar. After I left for Madison and you left for Japan, I guess we sort of drifted apart. But I remember all those good times like they were yesterday. Gonna miss you buddy.