Over MLK weekend Xavier and I flew to Tucson to be with Dad and Nanci and the Winn family to honor and remember my godfather Jim Winn who passed away in December. I actually didn't realize, or maybe I just plain forgot, that Jim was my godfather but even without the moniker he was one regardless. He and Bonnie have known me my entire life. They attended my wedding in Tucson in 2004 and fell in love with the desert eventually settling there permanently. I always looked forward to dinners with them in Tucson over a class of wine and great conversation. I will miss Jim's quick wit and encyclopedic knowledge of almost any subject, but it's the twinkle in his eye that I will always remember.
Checking out GranJanne's bird-filled backyard
Xavier and his "dooo"