I remember the old days, enjoying Chinese food with Jim on Roswell Road . . . taking about watches, motorcycles and Nikon cameras. Jim never came back; I am guessing that the Chinese food was OK, and Atlanta certainly has enough motorcycles to admire, and there are nice photos to be taken. Somehow, I suspect that Jim never quite forgave me for the manner in which I stored and displayed the Heuer collection . . . he seemed shocked and repulsed by the piles of watches, in little plastic bags, and the watches scattered all around the room, gathering dust. I wondered whether he would ever return.
Come back, Jim . . . my housekeeping has improved considerably!!
