Jim

One summer, I worked side-by-side with a man named Jim. We made wooden crates for shipping. Jim had been doing this for years and I was his helper. In those three months, I came to admire Jim. Jim did have his habits. Whenever he handed me a tool, he said, “Never say I never gave you nothin’.” More than once, Jim misspelled “Fragile” on a crate. I’d tell him and he’d have me fix it. Jim told me often of a long-ago night, he and his family drove straight through to see the sunrise at Rehoboth Beach.