Devilish Fun

I remember attending a fancy YMCA meeting at the Union League in Philadelphia in the early 1980s and at the conclusion of the evening, in our best suits, Jim asks me if I wanted to race him down the marble steps on our butts. I at first said, "What?" I can't believe my Exec Director has asked me this. As, I'm this impressionable young 20-something, I say, "Sure." Well I could tell it was a set up and he'd done it before as I more or less watched him fly down why I went down one or two steps.

I've always admired Jim's playfulness and willingness to include others in his (sometimes devilish) fun.