In Honor of Dad Jimbo

When I was away from home for college, my roommate, Tanya, took me home for Thanksgiving weekends. My away-from-home parents were Jan and Jim. They always welcomed me in, and I felt at home. My away-from-home Dad Jimbo passed away.

I haven't visited them in 5 years, but that doesn't mean that they've been forgotten, nor that I haven't wanted to visit.

Tracey came with me to visit once. She remembers. I'm glad that at least she met him.

I suppose this Thanksgiving will be in L.A.

Thanks for the laughs and love. You will be missed.