When it comes to the “early years” (1973+) at UNCC, my mind is surprisingly blank of specific memories. I do know that in ’73, five of us “assistant profs” came in, the biggest “recruiting year” the Department had seen. Jim of course, Marion Brashear, Byron Petrakis, me, , , , for the life of me I can’t remember who the fifth one was(!)
Of Jim’s life in general, it seems to me the most accurate distillation is a sentence from one of John Keats’ letters, the one where Keats declares himself sure only of “the truth of the imagination and the holiness of the heart’s affections.”
Blessings to you, Anita. I’ll see you Friday.