In the year 1968 summer storms blew in from the west and raged across Northeastern Ohio. Lightening flashed, thunder rumbled, and the waters rose. Amid the floods and not far from The Great Road, Jim St. James was born. His parents’ home was nestled on the edge of 1,500 acres of enchanted, wooded parkland. He spent his childhood days exploring the broad-leaf forests, shale grottos, and river valleys. When darkness came he would sneak from his bedroom, wander into the night, and whisper to the moon. His parents saw to it that he was trained by artists, scientists, and priests.