Jim and I met at a dance hall in Lafayette, La. I didn't want to go, my friend who I was staying with, dragged me out. Jim asked me to dance, and I said no, I didn't want to dance. But you know Jim...he didn't give up. He came back again and again until I said yes. Three nights later, that dance hall burned to the ground, but our dance continued for a while...long enough to bring our beloved Amy into being. But before we knew of her presence, we broke up, and Jim had his awful accident. Despite his injuries and the difficulties of his own life, he provided for me and for Amy above and beyond the call of duty. Family was the most important thing to him, and he was happy to be a Dad. He introduced Amy to electronics and her first computer when she was in kindergarten, both of which she took to like a duck to water, and which later led to her a work path that she loves and in which she excells.