I have known James Blas for what feels like forever. We are not great mates or anything, but I would always give him a wave or stop for a catch-up if I saw him on the street.
I first remember meeting him when I was about 12. I was playing in Pirates open grade rugby team (once a Pirate, always a Pirate) and I think Jamie was playing for Tech Old Boys. Pirates won the competition that year but Jamie stood out in the opposition. A strong, blond-headed kid who could run fast and tackle like a demon - he commanded respect on the field.
When my team went to Picton for a trip, we made him an honorary Pirate and he came with us. Staying on the marae down there, we all became mates.
I always heard about - through mates in common - what he was up to ... making his own skateboards and presses, restoring houses for his mum, building, making complicated concrete skateboard ramps around the country. And, of course, his skating and snowboarding.
The funny thing is - and it is a funny thing for a tight-knit town like Wanganui - I never heard anything bad about Jamie. He was always helping someone ... always doing something for someone else.