While I'm not able to attend in person, I'm there in spirit and with spirits - toasting and toasted with y'all - remembering Gleason in every brushstroke and balsa wood chip of my being. I wrote on the "Stories" page and added a few favorite photos/audio clips. I can never think of Jim as gone ... only hiding, snickering, waiting to jump out, surprise and hug us all a litte further down the trail.
