Jim West was also a sheriff's deputy, a community activist, outgoing and up-and-coming, and at that time was apparently slowly wending his way into local politics, and I have vague memories of him being very nice and well liked and I definitely recall him standing up there more than once, on the little elementary school stage, handing out cheesy plastic trophies to the wide-eyed boys at the Pinewood Derby, the geeky annual Boy Scouts model-car race that was the only part of the Scouts I actually cared about or remember in any detail, except for the waking nightmare that was Boy Scout summer camp, which I hated like white-hot death.
