Jimbo was the kind of man that just commanded terms of endearment. To me and Bernie he was "Jimbro" our brother, and somtimes "Ginbro", our bartender. On occasions we would get together, and there was a guitar present, Jimbro would always ask me to sing the Little Feat song, "Willin"........ I've been warped by the rain, driven by the snow, I'm drunk and dirty don't ya know, but I'm still...... Willin. To Megan, Henry and Charlie: you're father was a great friend and a great man. Always be Willin like he was!