A character named James Cady was my Jim over here in the 90's. (Coincidentally I also had a Jim doing my hair on the west side in the 90's so I had two Jims to access at all times, and I was very proud of it). He took care of my hair and he made me look beautiful. As it does, time passed and I moved around-- we parted ways but I never stopped loving him for what he did with my hair.
He passed away this week unexpectedly, a man younger than myself died of a cardiac arrest. Kathy and Scott Carlton still went to Jaymes and are feeling the loss more than me, no doubt. It's just a shocking loss in a small town. These rocks are my expression of one of his own pieces of art that was hanging in his studio.
You did good, Jaymes.