I was a visual arts student doing my practicum in photography at York while Jamie was our technician. Initially when I met him, I got the impression that he was rather gruff. But there was something about Jamie that reminded me of my own father so I would strike up conversations with him and eventually I started bringing him homemade baked goods that my mom made during the holidays. He said he enjoyed them very much and shared them with his wife. He had visited the particular part of the world where I was from and enjoyed the cuisine. I was quite heartbroken to hear of his passing at the time and regretfully had no vehicle to attend his funeral which was quite far for me. He made my time in the darkroom truly enjoyable and was an all-around wonderful man. It hasn't been the same at York since. My heart goes out to his wife and sons.