ABSTRACT
Jim loved life. He threw himself into it with gusto. My image of that gusto is a memory of Jim on a warm summer day at the University of Wisconsin. He and Sue were walking from the education building to her dorm. The day was inviting, Lake Mendota was inviting. With no hesitation and great delight he jumped from the pier into the lake. He didn’t bother with a swimming suit nor a birthday suit. That was the way Jim saw people and events. If they looked inviting, if they offered a way to become more deeply immersed in the world, then he jumped in without a second thought. Jim did this with people. He threw himself into their midst without fear, without hesitation, without bothering to change his persona, or to strip from one set of clothes to another.
