Only a few hours ago, my lovely wife, Carrie, and I along with many others in attendance tried to come to grips with losing a man whom most of us there think of as a true legend.
We all gathered to pay tribute to Jim Stewart. As much as I still can’t believe it, we attended his funeral today in Crothersville.
Let us get one thing straight. I called Jim Stewart “Chief.” For what reason, I don’t know. It just rolled off my tongue one day and it stuck. When we were at work together, I called him Chief. When I called him at home and his wife, Shirley, answered, I would ask her if Chief was home. When I saw him at a store or a ballgame or when he would come to the old work place, I called him Chief.
It was the right thing to do.
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