Remember his home on Main Street and later on Monterey Place. Lost track of him after 1963 when we had some conversations about the car I raced at Alton Dragway. Certainly remember his dad as principal of Horace Mann Elementary--let us listen to World Series over P.A.! Glad to learn than he had a distinguished career in law enforcement. Condolences to his family. RIP.
Casper and I were part of the Upper Alton bunch from grade school at Horace Mann through AHS. We survived seemingly endless pick-up games of football, especially on Edwards Street, and basketball games at Barton’s where we managed to break Jim’s arm one afternoon. I don’t know if anyone imagined how many of our bunch would end up in law enforcement. Bad Boys! Casper and I once staged a mock fight at Block’s where he shot me with a starter’s gun. We were ejected and banned for a couple of days. Good times! Jim and I touched base only a few times over the past 50 years. Distance does that. But I kept hearing about what a great cop he was. That’s a good life: we played our games; we fought the bad guys; and Jim stood The Watch. RIP, old friend.
Paul Thomas Foster
Remember his home on Main Street and later on Monterey Place. Lost track of him after 1963 when we had some conversations about the car I raced at Alton Dragway. Certainly remember his dad as principal of Horace Mann Elementary--let us listen to World Series over P.A.! Glad to learn than he had a distinguished career in law enforcement. Condolences to his family. RIP.
Bob (John Robert) McBrien
Casper and I were part of the Upper Alton bunch from grade school at Horace Mann through AHS. We survived seemingly endless pick-up games of football, especially on Edwards Street, and basketball games at Barton’s where we managed to break Jim’s arm one afternoon. I don’t know if anyone imagined how many of our bunch would end up in law enforcement. Bad Boys! Casper and I once staged a mock fight at Block’s where he shot me with a starter’s gun. We were ejected and banned for a couple of days. Good times! Jim and I touched base only a few times over the past 50 years. Distance does that. But I kept hearing about what a great cop he was. That’s a good life: we played our games; we fought the bad guys; and Jim stood The Watch. RIP, old friend.