wingsdad
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On my son Jim’s 33rd birthday, I posted a thread to share my 1995 recording of this song of his with you:
Without Wings
My dearest friends here - cb, Luvmyshiner ('shiner') and Just Strum ('strummy') - have known Jim since before I joined this fine forum almost 2 years ago all about what I'm compelled to share with all of you now, today.
13 years ago tonight - August 1, 1996 - at 8:45 pm, a phone call came that I hope & pray none of you have ever experienced, nor ever will.
Around 8 pm, working behind the cash register at a local Wherehouse Music & Video store, Jim cheerfully greeted a customer who put a few cassettes on the counter, then looked down to pick up the tapes. His greeting was returned with a .25 caliber Raven pistol pointed directly at his chest and a terse demand to open the register. Since the company policy forbade him from doing so without ringing a sale - only the manager's key could override - all Jim managed to say immediately was: "I can't..."
Without a second's hesitation, a single shot from 3 feet away by that little black pistol entered Jim's body under the rib cage, bounced around in his chest, ripped through 7 vital organs and within about 10 minutes, claimed his life on Earth at the age of 20.
In about 30 minutes, I'll be leaving with my wife & daughter and other family and friends who've joined us on this day since 1997 to visit Jim at the cemetery about an hour away. When we return home, we'll continue the celebration of his life as we always do - food, libations, music and tales of fond memories.
So, why do I open up my heart to you all, who only know me as a cyber-acquaintance with occasionally something valid to say about guitars and whatnot?
I dunno...but rather than go on and cross the border of forum rules regarding posting about politics, religion or anything else that might offend or disrespect people who believe otherwise, I'll just share Jim's mother's writings - most of them at least 10 years old, but still enduring - about Jim and 'Jim's Way'.
'Jim's Way' is best summarized by these words of his to his mother, not too long before he was taken physically, but not spiritually from this planet:
“…Mom, love is something you just give, and then if you are very lucky the person earns it.”
If you care to read on, the following links are here for 'the rest of the story':
Jim's Way
Bleeding Heart
Ordinary Day
Holiday Blues
Prison Visits
Death Pictures
Thanks.
Without Wings
My dearest friends here - cb, Luvmyshiner ('shiner') and Just Strum ('strummy') - have known Jim since before I joined this fine forum almost 2 years ago all about what I'm compelled to share with all of you now, today.
13 years ago tonight - August 1, 1996 - at 8:45 pm, a phone call came that I hope & pray none of you have ever experienced, nor ever will.
Around 8 pm, working behind the cash register at a local Wherehouse Music & Video store, Jim cheerfully greeted a customer who put a few cassettes on the counter, then looked down to pick up the tapes. His greeting was returned with a .25 caliber Raven pistol pointed directly at his chest and a terse demand to open the register. Since the company policy forbade him from doing so without ringing a sale - only the manager's key could override - all Jim managed to say immediately was: "I can't..."
Without a second's hesitation, a single shot from 3 feet away by that little black pistol entered Jim's body under the rib cage, bounced around in his chest, ripped through 7 vital organs and within about 10 minutes, claimed his life on Earth at the age of 20.
In about 30 minutes, I'll be leaving with my wife & daughter and other family and friends who've joined us on this day since 1997 to visit Jim at the cemetery about an hour away. When we return home, we'll continue the celebration of his life as we always do - food, libations, music and tales of fond memories.
So, why do I open up my heart to you all, who only know me as a cyber-acquaintance with occasionally something valid to say about guitars and whatnot?
I dunno...but rather than go on and cross the border of forum rules regarding posting about politics, religion or anything else that might offend or disrespect people who believe otherwise, I'll just share Jim's mother's writings - most of them at least 10 years old, but still enduring - about Jim and 'Jim's Way'.
'Jim's Way' is best summarized by these words of his to his mother, not too long before he was taken physically, but not spiritually from this planet:
“…Mom, love is something you just give, and then if you are very lucky the person earns it.”
If you care to read on, the following links are here for 'the rest of the story':
Jim's Way
Bleeding Heart
Ordinary Day
Holiday Blues
Prison Visits
Death Pictures
Thanks.