Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Although it's been a long time, I still remember Uncle Jim fairly well. Loud, boisterous, laughing all the time. I remember the garage full of car parts and go carts. I remember him as a smiling, backslapping, hair-tussling, rambunctious fellow that loved us kids. Angela and I wish to express our sympathies to Peter, Stephanie and their families.
