When I was a youth, Jim, Gail, Brad , and Kathy were neighbours on Erindale Crescent in London. Although I was not to be a musician, I will never forget one evening that Jim introduced me to Johann Sebastian Bach for the first time. I was likely seven or eight years old, and I visited when Jim was working a piece of music for the university. When I asked who the musician was, he said it was Bach, Johann Sebastian Bach. Now I had never heard of Bach before, and so when I asked Jim about this fellow, he said “Let me introduce you!” He asked me to sit cross legged on the living room floor, and told me to close my eyes. Moments later beautiful music filled the room. When I started to speak, Jim said “no, listen.” Through the piece he explained how the music of Bach was like a dialogue, where one instrument speaks, and another responds. Woodwinds and strings came to life for me. For quite some time I sat, cross-legged and mesmerized, as Jim played piece after piece, pointing out what made each instrument work as a part of this, and how they compliment eachother. Harpsicords sang, cellos resonated deeply, and I came to know of the music that Jim worked with! So very patiently he narrated the intricacies of this wonderful composer, although I am sure he was credulous that someone could live seven years and not know Bach! And so it was that I came to know Johann Sebastian Bach, from this introduction to classical music one warm summer day, so long ago. Bach would later become my refuge, and solace, through many years of university. When my father passed away, I chose Bach as the service music, remembering that warm summer night when Jim White introduced me to him for the first time. Too this day I think of Jim whenever I hear Bach at a concert or on the radio. This I think, is a fitting memory that Jim would approve of entirely.