Clyde

I think the first time that I met James was when we were both in High school. He transferred from Van Buren High to American Legion halfway through our Junior year. It was weird. One day he wandered into my first period physics class and sat down like he belonged there. We all just looked at him like he was crazy the teacher included. He just looked back that stupid grin on his face disarming us with his charm. I don't think he was really even supposed to be in the class. That’s what we all love about him. James never cared whether or not he was accepted; he would keep coming around, showing the rest of us what it meant to live life to the fullest.