James Jones

Printing Trade, Vienna, VA, 1990-1995
Penn State, State College, PA; 1995-1999, BS in Business, majoring in Logistics;
Phi Sigma Kappa, Iota Septaton Chapter (We excelled in providing no philosophical value to the community whatsoever, except for massive keg sales)
Operations Manager, USCO Logistics, Joppa MD 1999-2000;
Manager Quality Systems, USCO Logistics, 2000-2004;
Regional Manager, Kuehne + Nagel, 2004-present
Married, December 2005 to Mary Underwood;
Captain, Sportfishing vessel "Amnesia" Ocean City Fishing Center 2003-present;
International Air Transport Association "Million Miler"

Go to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, catch a "Grander" Marlin, pet it, then let it safely swim away with the sincere appreciation that I didn't kill it & hang in my work shop;

Pretty much everything.

Smoking, Drinking, Cursing, Fishing, Gambling....Holy mother, this ain't good.

When I think of something, I'll let you know.....

I guess when I finally scored a goal in Soccer, I was always a goalie my whole life, and always wanted to know what it felt like to score a goal.

Would not have started smoking.

Jimmy Johnson, former Dallas Cowboys coach, was in the dockside bar in Islamorada, FL in roughly 2006. Unbeknowst to us, he was in the booth behind us, exaggerating and pumping himself up with his 3 (very young and attractive) lady guests about how much of a fisherman he was, and how each time he caught a fish, he'd instruct his mate (paid helper) to strip off and replace all the fishing line on that rod, now matter if it was brand new. (Which, by the way, is really stupid...) We were listening and began ridiculing him over the partition , saying "what a tool box that guy is, he must be really trying to lie these women into his bed..." Along with laughing at his ever-increasingly unbelievable lies and fishing stories, laughing our face off.
One of us got up and went to the can, and noticed on the way back who it was sitting behind us......
So I got up & walked over to confirm this, Jimmy's body gaurd (didn't even see him coming) suddenly is standing between me and his booth (which was filled with smoking-hot-jail-bait chicks and Jimmy Johnson.)
Jimmy was cool about it, we introduced ourselves, the body gaurd realized I had no poor intentions with his boss, backed away (still giving me the "stink-eye").
I guess the moral of the story is his hair.....It's true what they say about his hair....It's either made of wood, fiberglass, or some new space-age polymer. Not one hair was out of place and it was done-up just like on TV.

In 1994, was a passenger on a 40 foot wooden boat, with single engine 300 horse Cummins Diesel, on a 3 day offshore trip. We went 101 miles offshore at one point, I caught a 70 pound yellowfin tuna. On the last day we rode home in a 40 knot gale (Heading West, into a NorthWesterly wind), in 20-25 foot seas, for 80 miles.

It is unbelievable what the ocean can look like in a storm, absolutely unbelievable. No visible sea state, green-raked-blowing-foam.

It took 12 hours to get close enough to the beach where the seas calmed to under 10 feet tall, then another 7 hours to get back to the Indian River Inlet.
Along the way, it felt as if the boat was about to roll-over twice.
Twice that day, I made my peace with God. No Shit, I swear.
After a day like that, every day in the rest of your life is pure gravy.

Almost retired, driving a 46 foot Ocean Super Sport or a Viking Sportfisher.
Winning a million dollars in the offshore fishing tournaments.

Class of 1990!