If you'd asked Jim to define himself, undoubtedly the first word out of his mouth would have been writer.
Over the years, through two stints in college and beyond, Jim wrote short stories, plays, limericks, songs, screenplays, poetry, formal papers, and reams of technical documentation.
When we realized his cancer was terminal, the first thing we asked was what he wanted us to do with his writing. He chuckled and said, "Just toss it. It's all crap." Typical writer.
While sorting through his papers, we came across an outline of a personal web site he'd planned. It was to include A Man Dropped His Hat, The Snow, Not Yer Ordinary Greasy Spoon, On Capital Punishment, Peter and Cowheads, In a Narrow Grave: Larry McMurtry and the Problem of Regionalism, and A Death in the Family.
We felt this gave us permission to share some of his writing with you. We think he would have approved.