As a kid, dogs scared Jim. Maybe they still do. They’re animals. They’ve got minds of their own. They roam in packs, making trouble. Messing things up.
Dogs have always appealed to Jim’s deviant side.
And fear is the very thing you got to face up to in life. So Jim has lived in Colorado these past twenty years with a string of pet dogs – mixed breeds, a Pharaoh Hound, a Beauceron. All good friends. All different. Each one adventurous. Each one nosing him to get up out of bed in the morning and go hiking or skiing in the mountains. Coaxing him to skip work for a camping trip in the woods. Somewhere out in the wild, where dogs are happiest.
Besides all that, Jim writes. And is an active member of Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop and the Denver writing community. And he plays poker. And he skis. Like riding his bike.
That’s the thing he does best. He meditates.