Jim and Sally at an event (photo by Casey ODonnell).

I remember one day that he rang my doorbell and was soaking wet. I remarked that I didn't realize how torrentially it must've been raining. He corrected me, told me it was beautiful outside, the dripping wetness was actually his perspiration after riding his bike from four towns over. He then laid down on my new microfiber sofa which now has a Jim McLean body sized discoloration where he had lain. :)