My last real memory.

My last real memory of Jim O’Hanley is in two parts.   Before I write it out while crying like a baby, I’ll reference his son’s comment during his funeral.   Patrick stated that Jim argued like a lawyer.   Enter my memory.   I had just taken over working in the tower at the Bullring.   On my first or second weekend I was in the tower calling a Bandolero race on a Sunday afternoon in May.   One of his drivers and another were involved in a last lap scuffle and I penalized them both to the rear of the field for rough driving.   In my mind, rear of the field meant last place, period.  In his mind it meant last place on the lead lap.   I looked at it as last place points, he didn’t agree.   We argued for 30 minutes in the pit …

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