Gary's good friend Jim died last week. In his youth he was a disc-jockey for experimental radio in northern California, a medic with the Green Berets in southeast Asia who delivered babies and took care of people in villages there, later he worked at the lumber yard with Gary, and then became a hardware-store manager in Auburn, then became a nurse and worked in Oregon. In the last ten years he developed diabetes and kidney failure, was a double amuputee, and yet never gave up. He said to me, 'I hope they don't have to take my legs' and then after the operation and recovery were over, 'well, these prosthetics are actually going to work better for me." Well-read, an Amma devotee. A man who participated in Native American sweats for years and fought for NA rights in the prison system (where he worked for a time as a nurse). One long-term relationship in which he helped to raise his girlfriend's two daughters. A good life, Jim! Sail on, brother!