...good guy, his name was Jim, one year older than me. Jim loved the outdoors and bagged many a moose with his 300Win mag.
I remember back in 1996 when he was an auxillary with the provincial police and a lead with the Search & Rescue team, he called me all distraught needing a crane right away at a site. I removed a crane from a project site and had the operator head immediately to the "situation"...it was there that I discovered that Jim's brother in law was trapped underneath a building that had collapsed from ground movement. I saw only legs protruding from the ground and they were contorted in an unnatural manner indicating that things were not going to end well...and the guy's son was trying to scratch at the dirt and debris fanatically with his bare hands with others trying to dig down. I ordered the operator to set into position where just the one corner would be picked, no fucking around...after getting the corner of the building into the air Jim got his brother in-law out...it was not good. I'll never forget that boy as he watched his mangled father being dragged out of that mess, and the disbelief in Jim's sickly pale white face...fuck, he couldn't even stand up for about 15minutes.
About 3weeks later Jim called and asked what he owed for the crane to which I told him that there is no bill and that I did it for him.
Jim and I weren't close but we were long time friends and despite my "alleged" reputation and wild station in life he would always hire my cranes for the projects he managed. He judged people by their actions and how they treated him.
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