A Life Fully Lived

Jim graduated from Alexander Ramsey High School in Roseville, MN; received his undergraduate degree in Mathematics from the University of Minnesota-Twin Cities; his Master's degree in Physics from the University of Minnesota-Duluth, and his Ph.D. in Theoretical Physics from the University of Wyoming in Laramie.

After stints teaching and doing research at the Universities of Wyoming and North Dakota State, the majority of Jim's career was spent as a Theoretical Physicist at the National Institute of Standards and Technology (NIST) in Boulder, CO, where he loved his work and was able to do groundbreaking work on a number of fronts. He was in the process of writing a book about his work.

Jim and his wife, Karen, were married in June, 1979. They were blessed with two wonderful children, a son, Duff, born in 1986, and a daughter, Aquene, born in 1991.

Besides his work and family, Jim had a lifelong love affair with the outdoors, as manifested in his activities of canoeing (including competitive whitewater canoeing), camping, fishing, biking, snowshoeing, and climbing.

Jim died in a tragic and improbable accident on December 31, 2011, when a high gust of wind blew a branch just 3-feet long and 3 inches in diameter through the windshield of his car, as he and his wife, Karen, were returning home to Longmont from Boulder. The branch slammed into his chest and he maintained consciousness long enough to steer the car to the shoulder and stop, saving his wife and other motorists from a possible collision.

To say that Jim is sorely missed by his family, colleagues, and many friends is an understatement.

In the last several years, Jim had taken to signing off his emails to his siblings with "Jimmy B." Long live the memory of Jimmy B!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

"Light" (poem for Jim by Joe Baker)

          Light

I am a pilgrim
On a deserted highway
Cut through the high plains


We come from all winds
Bearing offerings of lead
And cold, gray, cracked stone.

Fallen among us
Flesh of our flesh; of our blood.
To Spirit we cry

The bare winter grass
Reflects the afternoon sun
In shades of amber

From waving bluestem
A hawk rises overhead
To guide my long way

The evening sky
Thrills in beams of red and white.
Spirit soars, we rise

In the deep of night
A lost wind builds and howls
Screams until it tires

The dawn is the fire
Of a still riverbank camp
Streaked black with sorrow,

          And then
                    Unfolding
                              To white gold
                                        Light pierces
                                                  Long shadows
                                                            To reveal all
                                                                      That was hidden:

                                                  Treasures in goldenrod

                                                  Treasures of Spirit

                                                  Treasures in sage

                                                  Treasures.

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