Jim and I attended Northern Montana College together and for the first year many of our classmates thought that we were twins. I miss Jim to this day his sense of humor and his kindness.
Jim and I took golf in one of our P.E. classes at Northern and he often came to our house for dinner after a round of golf. He spoiled our two oldest kids with bags of candy. We enjoyed his friendship immensely. Ron Olson
Jim was a great high school friend of Phil Rygg. Phil recalled spending time at Jim's house where they would smoke cigarettes in the attic and get into Jim's dad's liquor cabinet. Louie knew and was cool about it.
Jim and I were friends through most of those years in school, from sometime in grade school until we graduated. In high school we collaborated on a series of goofy stick figure cartoons. Pat B probably remembers those! Too bad that stuff vanished long ago.
I think about him every now and then. Mostly I smile when those memories surface.
Patrick Beatty
Jim and I attended Northern Montana College together and for the first year many of our classmates thought that we were twins. I miss Jim to this day his sense of humor and his kindness.Ron Olson
Jim and I took golf in one of our P.E. classes at Northern and he often came to our house for dinner after a round of golf. He spoiled our two oldest kids with bags of candy. We enjoyed his friendship immensely. Ron OlsonCharlene Lytle (Rygg)
Jim was a great high school friend of Phil Rygg. Phil recalled spending time at Jim's house where they would smoke cigarettes in the attic and get into Jim's dad's liquor cabinet. Louie knew and was cool about it.Jim Hume
Jim and I were friends through most of those years in school, from sometime in grade school until we graduated. In high school we collaborated on a series of goofy stick figure cartoons. Pat B probably remembers those! Too bad that stuff vanished long ago.
I think about him every now and then. Mostly I smile when those memories surface.
The Thief
Time was,
a joyful day, an encounter,
encased in glowing memory,
like a wasp locked in amber,
a thing of the past,
cherished for what it was.
Time is,
a slant of light, a fragrance,
caught in the mind's eye,
strobe-like reminders,
and hints of might have been,
hidden in the veil of years.
JR Hume, 2010