Jim Griffith
My good friend Jim died today. We've known each other since college and that covers a lot of ground. Jim was a man of moral clarity and steadfast opinions who also loved to have a good time. Sitting at the bar, lifting his glass, and occasionally singing his Irish tunes is one way I choose to remember him.
I'm also going to remember how generous he was to me, and how much fun I had with Jim and Phyllis at their home in Wilmette.
Jim, Jean, Barb and I were a bridge foursome for many years. Barb kept track of all the scores. Jim was a winner. So, I'm going to ask her to hang on to them for awhile as we say goodbye.
