In my last entry, I discussed a rough, gruff Jim. A Jim who never made the management team, but who had integrity and pride in his work.

This Jim is both different and the same.

Jim was a stocky guy, the kind who would be comfortable tossing loads of shingles onto a roof. (There’s a roof story coming; be patient.) He had wide, open features, a boyish look, blondish hair he pulled to one side over a broad forehead. His fingers were stocky, too, probably more at home wielding a hammer...

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