ABSTRACT
Growing up, I harbored ambitions to become the finest man wherever I ended up—the hardest worker, the individual with the most integrity in the community, the most thoughtful and reasonable, the best father, the best husband, the best friend, and the most righteous. It did not take much adulthood to make me realize those ambitions were quite unachievable—or at least it seemed that way until I took a job at Washington State University (WSU) and came to know Jim personally as a colleague and friend. For me he came as close as any man I have ever known of fulfilling those characteristics I admired so much growing up.
