Back in March, 2011, I reported on the death of someone I considered a dear friend:
At the end of that tribute, I make reference to a photo that I figured would turn up in a “few days”.
Well, it took eighteen months, but I came across it yesterday afternoon as I was rummaging through some boxes. It has now taken a place of honor upon the walls of pictures in my office.
Even now, whenever I drive to downtown Columbia, I stop briefly to visit his grave at Elmwood Cemetery.
May his memory be eternal.
Men like Jimmy Evans are too rare and I thank God that our paths intersected.