Oh, I just remembered another Jim Bevers story. Sometime after I had been exiled, MRN was to have some anniversary party. I found out about it and decided to attend. I met my friend Herb Guthrie, former manager of WRBC when it was rock and roll and located on Lamar Street. Herb had retired from WRBC and had bought WELZ in Belzoni, which was an early MRN affiliate.
We walked into the banquet room at the Heidleberg (spelling) Hotel on Capitol Street and found a table way in the back. (At the time MRN had its studios in a Heidleberg room and had a Reuters Teletype clacking away sitting inside the bathtub. Really!) At the banquet I spoke with Jim briefly but basicly, they weren't expecting me. (Now Herb, an affiliate, they drooled over.)
Jim's speech before the gathering acknowledged us early pioneers. More speeches. We ate. And I went back to Texas. That was the last time I saw Jim but we frequently talked on the phone. He would usually ask something like (jokingly), "They haven't brought you back to Miss. yet?" or "I was in Houston last week and I drove through your Montrose. Everything's open 24 hours. Why can't we have that here in Jackson?"