One of my favorite Jimbo stories includes Liz. It was before they were married, one holiday season, and they had been to a few holiday parties. They showed up on our doorstep. After several rounds, I convinced them to spend the night. A couple hours later I got Liz settled in our bedroom and went to sleep in the guest room.....downstairs Jimbo and Tombo raved on. At about 5 am I woke up to my 5 year old son Declan loudly asking "Why is daddy sleeping with his feet in the hallway?". Confused, I jumped out of bed and sure enough, there were not just feet, but legs in the hallway. Jimbo had come upstairs, sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes, slid down to the floor and passed out....his legs in the hallway, his head under the bed. (We lived in a very small house). "It's not your father, it's Uncle Jimbo" I said ...Declan shrugged his shoulders and went back to bed. Even at a young age, nothing Jimbo did surprised his nephews.