Another artful pugilist. I saw him decline and decline to engage in fisticuffs, but if someone were foolish enough to persist too long they soon regretted it. Jim said his dad taught him the manly art of self defense. He was very fast afoot with a wicked left jab, seldom used his right, did not have to because the jab was so swift and deadly. But he was a sweet soul who did not wish to do harm to anyone. He was also a lover of adventure and pushed the limits in that area. I admired his mischievous grin, he always had something "going on", and his wicked humor was only matched by that wicked left jab. I am glad I stayed on his good side. He attended a few reunions and we always laughed together. I swear he must still be alive, how could someone like him not be laughing somewhere?