To my dear friend, Jim Marcotte and all that were blessed to have known him: God blessed your family and friends, old man, just by allowing us to have you in our lives. Your memory will always be with me in a place haloed, respected, and shared in laughter and wine. I can't even shed a tear in memory without a smile old friend. One of these days, maybe we'll get to burn a hole in the sky with some of that thermite, until then keep a watchful eye on us. RIP.
I did not have the pleasure but if all of you thought well of him, my condolences to all of you. The good die young no matter how old that may be. I firmly believe what this song so well explains. 3:05
