People I know: Jim Mooney
I met Jim Mooney the summer before seventh grade. He was staying with his cousins the Baxters. Jim immediately clicked in our little circle of friends. He introduced me to Prince & the Revolution (I still know all the Purple One’s grunts from When Doves Cry, I’m a little sheepish to admit) and chewing tobacco (a filthy habit that my dad broke me of in dramatic fashion….I’ll tell that story some day). Jim once drank a Big Gulp cup of Tobacco spit to convince a friend’s mom it was a Coke. I am gagging at the memory. Jim also had a zippered leather jacket, a la Michael Jackson, and that made him immeasurably cool in my estimation.
I last saw Jim at my wedding in 1995, but thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, I’ve learned that he’s a physician’s assistant in Hot Springs, Arkansas. God bless technology.
