James Williams
The only memory of coach Jim; is when he was traveling east bound on LA Cosa. He bent down to grab something off of his floor board. He came up and just as I had gotten in my car (VW Scirroco). His car hit mine nose to nose and popped my rear end up and left over sidewalk. My two front tires were in the street just over curb. My rear tires were in grass of my front yard. And while I had been pointed West bound I was now north and south. My father came out of our house after collision and I think my father said something like "Trey what did you do!?!" And immediately coach was asking me if I was OK and started apologizing profusely. My sister said that's my coach. Think this was early 1980's.
