My closest and best friend most of my youth. We hunted together, fished together and spent hours in the Cascades together, There is not a mountain around our eyeshot we had not climbed together and not a brook we had not fished. I loved him like he was my very own brother and I know he felt the same way. So many memories, so many stories, so many things that joined us as more then brothers. He will always be the friend who met me at Westend Market on his bike and walk home with me, because he forgot he had ridden his bike. He will always be the friend who forgot to do his paper route because we were lost on Mt. Greylock for the thousandth time. Jim, I hated those weeks you went to Lake St.Catherine and we were not together. You were just "Jimmy", always there without an agenda, without anything but sincerity and always prepared to be my best friend. Brad