"Yes," Jim answered, lazily plucking the strings. "Yes I am. Born and raised in old town 'Frisco. I haven't been back since I was a little sap, even younger than you. That was, twenty? Twenty-five years ago? Ah, twenty seven. I still remember home, though. It was cool in summer, warm in winter. Always sunny, except in early morn and late noon, when a light mist covered the streets . . ." His eyes sparkled and a slow grin formed on his face as he thought back to his home.