It was rare for a day to pass without seeing James. Whether he was on his bicycle or walking, he always seemed to be moving with purpose. I stopped to chat with him plenty of times,just two guys talking about nothing in particular;but those small, easy conversations always seemed to brighten the day. And if I was out walking and hadn't noticed him, he'd call out from across the road, pulling me back from whatever thoughts I was lost in, and I'd wave or shout back without a second thought. Bringing me back to the moment, that was James's quiet gift. He had a way of reminding me that we're all here together, sharing the same small stretch of time. Mr. James Gadson will always be a part of what we remember and love about Branchville.