Friday, February 23, 2018
When I was 6 or 7, Jamie picked me up on my birthday, told me nothing, took me to the farm, we started digging up worms. I asked him why? He just smiled. Went to Cheet Lake, got in a boat. I caught my first fish, almost stomped a hole in the bottom of his boat with the excitement!!!. Then we drove to The James Restaurant, my dad's restaurant. He took me to the kitchen, the fishes were still jumping. He showed me how to clean the fish, tossed them on the grill, and I ate the fish in less than 30 min of catching them. WOW!!! Praise God Almighty for Jamie and the impact he must have had on others during his long life. Praise to Uncle Pete and Aunt Pearl for doing such a good job of raising a wonderful man.
