Once upon a time when Guild Street was re-paved and the sounds of soccers balls hitting shins and head, names of Brian, Jimmy, Ricky and Dave were carefully imbedded with colored stone in that fresh tar. Playing hide and seek by streetlights, Jarts flying narrowly missing pool liners and bodies, And the ever watchful Ginger, dug in under her favorite shrub. Did Bruce and Brian ever figure out Jimmy had the best socks hanging out the bedroom window so they couldn't wear them? What a time it was! How the light shines less brightly, how heavy our hearts to those who knew the kind and carefree boy who became the kind and generous man. Rest Now Sweet Baby James...you are forever loved.