THE ADVOCATE 743
VOL. 80 PART 5 SEPTEMBER 2022
Canadian than all of that? Having posed the question, I will grant that Jim’s
story of one day standing behind a plaid-suited Don Cherry in the Tim Hortons
line at Pearson does hold a certain Bob and Doug quintessence. And in
his earlier days, Jim could have sold draft beer for Labatt or Molson, navigating
his raft, long hair askew, pounding into the eddies, shouting: “Eh
boys, let’s give ’er!”
But on hockey, these thoughts belong to our friend Jim, whose pride in
our national game was considerable, and whose penchant for absurdity and
irreverence was unstoppable:
William Knudsen presented Jim with the first annual Arbutus Club Senior
Men’s Hockey Citizenship Award. It was a ringing speech and a handsome
trophy: a scholarly woman at a lectern. The following year, Jim
chose to retain the trophy because there were no other worthy candidates.
On the third year, Mr. Knudsen reported to The Arbutus Bark that
the award had been stolen. Mr. Knudsen remains the principal suspect.
Jim deeply touched and influenced many lives in many silos, from
Shaughnessy dinner parties to Main and Cordova, where he might hold a
voir dire strategy meeting on the street during a lunch break in front of 222.
This extremely talented and kind man will not easily be forgotten.
Bill Allman