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Jim Gasser, my final word.
I have been asked if I will attend Jim's funeral. No, I won't. Not because I don't honor Jim, or didn't love him (for as little as I knew him.) I just don't desire to grieve this one in public.
The last time I saw Jim, he was sitting with Mary in my family room, talking about making a web-based sitcom about a guy who worked as a chef during the week and a barbarian character on the weekends. They say that if you want to be a successful writer, write what you know, and so he did. Or started to, at least.
It never came to fruition. In his own words, he was extremely ADHD. I have no doubt but that it was true. We'd started - a month before - on a demo video for Barbarian Battles.
His dedication to kids and martial arts never flagged though. It was amazing to watch that energy and enthusiasm.
The last time I saw Jim, he was sitting with Mary in my family room, talking about making a web-based sitcom about a guy who worked as a chef during the week and a barbarian character on the weekends. They say that if you want to be a successful writer, write what you know, and so he did. Or started to, at least.
It never came to fruition. In his own words, he was extremely ADHD. I have no doubt but that it was true. We'd started - a month before - on a demo video for Barbarian Battles.
His dedication to kids and martial arts never flagged though. It was amazing to watch that energy and enthusiasm.