Feeling Hunter's loss, remembering his life
Few folks influenced me quite like Jim Hunter did. He invested in me fully, defended me when the Daytona brass wanted a chunk out of my hide, belly-laughed with me when I did something stupid.
He recognized and appreciated folks with a passion for life that equaled his. He celebrated that, and taught us to celebrate it, too.
Sometimes, I'd come home to snail mail from Hunter. He'd print out something I wrote, and scribble notes in the margins. "This is great, ...
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