Word: jims
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Jim remembers Bob that way. He arrived in Denver after finals just before midnight on June 8, planning to visit Bob the next morning with Mary Lyn. She called about 7 a.m. that morning and told him Bob had died of pneumonia about 3 a.m. There would be no funeral, Bob's father announced. The body would be cremated immediately...
Shortly after Bob's death, Mary Lyn and Jim decided to organize a memorial service. On July 11, about 9 a.m. on a Sunday morning, they held a service in a natural amphitheater atop Flagstaff Mountain, overlooking Boulder. It was a beautiful day, the sky an unmarred shell of deep blue, the sunlight too bright, etching the outline of the city against the verdant farmland to the east. More than a 100 people, all Bob's friends, attended...
...worker and his sister Linda is a Bible freak at Colorado College. Paul Muffly and Lindy Moon are both pre-meds at CU; Lisa Norling and Bill Heiss are also at CU, where she is studying physical therapy and he is studying partying. Gale Lehman is a circus clown, Jim believes. Charlie Thompson, who was a professional ski patrolman at the time the Telluride picture was taken, is still a professional ski patrolman. On July 1, 1976, Jim Baldwin skied off a permanent snowfield atop Mount Epworth into a pile of rocks, fracturing his skull; he died half an hour...
...Jim describes the older professional ski patrolmen he knows as "rural, crusty guys," and he doubts Bob could have long tolerated professional patrolling. "Bob was not a rural, middle-class type guy. He had very expensive tastes, he was very cosmopolitan. He loved good food and he knew a lot about good wine. It might be something that he could identify with as a goal, similar to the 'move out of the East Coast, go to Colorado, get back to nature' type thing. But he wouldn't have been happy in a rural environment, he liked too many big-city...
...Jim keeps in touch with Mary Lyn. He is still a senior patrolman at Winter Park, and he skis there every Christmas and every spring, taking injured skiers gently down the mountain, cradled behind him in an aluminum toboggan that whispers as it rocks through the snow. Mary Lyn and Jim talk late into the evening in his cabin sometimes, then hug and say goodnight. Mary Lyn drives off in her Vega. Jim trudges through the snow to his Jeep and connects an extension cord to the plug sticking out of the grille, starting a heater which will keep...