James "Jimmy James" Oscar Lindbo

I met Jim at college. We became fast friends and spent many hours of many days together. We even would close out the library or the Davies Center and continue studying at the Water Street laundry mat. He always made me think and was appreciative of the time we spent together. I learned to play goalie while he played the front men in foosball. He had a habit of NOT picking up his men fast enough for me to shoot a winner from the rear. In a playful manner, I would spin around counter clockwise and give him a tap from the bottom of my shoe on his behind as a reminder that I can score too! We would play chess in the Davies Center for hours and other students would gather to watch us play. Once I was nearing defeat so I grabbed his rook calling out a fictitious ruling in an obscure middle eastern accent. Shock-who-nod! I called out as I took his rook off the board! I thought he was going to have a heart attack! Jim always had my best interest at heart. I was the recipient of many religious studying materials and bibles. Although he was many levels above my understanding of the text he never put himself over me. It was a journey of the two of us. In his final days, I visited him in Eau Claire, Bloomer, and Menomonie. We spoke of old times, fun times. The last time I saw him, I brought my son Joey with me. Jim was unusually lucid that day and enjoyed telling Joey stories of our younger days. I was very surprised to learn soon after that Jim had passed. It’s taken me this long to write something in his memory as I just couldn’t accept the fact that he has gone. But I know he finally is having all his questions answered! I guess the Lord pulled his own shock-who-nod!