"Jesus," Jim says, with a laugh. "You're telling me. I did the same thing. Packed everything I could fit in a suitcase and came out here from Tennessee, didn't even know whether they'd hire me at the damn school. No dream, though." He's relaxing enough on his own part to share this information, since it--like everything related to his past--makes him supremely uncomfortable. "But yeah, the Adirondack chairs will get you by if nothing else does."