Bloomington, Indiana has a lot of local flavor, and on May 28th we lost one of our main ingredients. Jim was well known at Nick's and the Trojan Horse, and just about any other place where there was beer to be drunk and stories to be told. He and I shared a love of the Reds, Jim a native of Lawrenceburg and me being from Cincinnati. I had the pleasure to work with him for a few years, but it's the short stops to his office and our lunches together that will always remain with me; our April optimism that others around us couldn't quite understand, our arcane language of baseball stats and our nearly encyclopedic memories of the Big Red machine. It was almost as if we had a four year conversation that was picked up whenever we saw each other for any length of time. We talked about a week ago and I remember thinking that he seemed to be doing so well. He looked better than he had in recent years, he seemed to have a lot of energy and as always, he wanted to know what I thought of the latest Reds news. We talked for a while, but I had to run because I was late for an appointment. Walking away, I remembered that I wanted to see if he wanted to go to a game this year with me, but that I'd have to ask him the next time we met. Unfortunately, we won't get that chance.
Good bye Jimmy Hurd, a truer fan I have not known.