I have many fond memories of Jim from my time as a scholar and after. From my year at Sauvé House, I will remember Jim's contant ribbing about my political inclinations -- a Conservative he was not! -- while at the same time encouraging me on the book I was writing about the Conservative Party during my time as a scholar. Jim even graciously agreed to host the Montreal launch party for the book at the house, for which I am eternally grateful. Other memories of my year at the House include his decidedly negative comments about my friend Conrad Black (he only informed me of the source of his distate later: that he was part of the group of boys at UCC forced to re-write exams the year Conrad stole them from the headmater's office); his (and Nancy's) lecture to me at their cottage about being nice to their friend Stevie Cameron (they knew I liked Brian Mulroney and Stevie had written a nasty tell-all book); and Jim's encouraging me to join Royal Montreal Curling Club (his father had been president of the club) and to go to study law at his alma mater, Laval University, which I did. During the next three years, almost always stopped in to see Jim when I was in Montreal. He always made time for past scholars and was keen to get news. He even kept our mail for us. I was fortunate enough to see Jim one last time Thursday evening at a welcome reception he organized for the new crop of Sauvé scholars, who had just arrived from around the world. He invited alumni who were in the Montreal area. He was very excited about this years' group and the diversity and richness of their backgrounds. He was in fine spirits and mentioned that he was going to the country for the weekend. The second-to-last time I saw him was in early Spring, when I stopped in to say hi during a break in my interviews for an articling position with Montreal law firms. I told him I was looking for a pair of rubber overshoes so my nice new black oxfords wouldn't be so slushy and salty-looking when I got to the firms to present myself. "Actually, I've got a pair right here you can have," he said. "I don't want them anyway, the zipper's broken." I took them, and the zipper wasn't broken. Those shoe covers will have more special meaning now. Jim was one of the most fundamentally decent and kind human beings you could ever meet. His love of and pride in Montreal and Quebec and Canada, his dry sense of humour, his kindness, his compassion for those around him and the joy he took in living life are the things about him I will remember. He was a mentor to many and a friend to all.