James Edward "Jim Ed" Humphries was born July 28, 1935 in Earle, Arkansas to Lum Augustus and Maureen Elizabeth (Irwin) Humphries. After attending high school Jim served in the United States Air Force. He formerly owned the radio station in Wagoner, where he made his home for many years. Jim was a well known salesman in the automobile industry. He had most recently made his home in Pauls Valley, OK. Jim departed this life on Wednesday, May 15, 2013 in Del City, OK at the age of 77 years, 9 months and 17 days. He was preceded in death by his mother and father, Lum and Maureen Humphries; a brother, Gene Humphries; and Shirley Kee, the mother of Keith and Rande. Survivors include three sons and their wives, Keith and Julie Humphries of Lindsay, OK, Rande and Anita Humphries of Wagoner, OK and Rob and Teresa Humphries of Sand Springs, OK; a daughter and son-in-law, Jenni and Gregg Rowe of Castle Rock, CO; three grandsons, Bryan Humphries of Lindsay, Nick and his wife, Kristie Humphries of Wagoner, and Tyler Humphries of Sand Springs; two granddaughters, Tessa Rowe and Sadie Rowe, both of Castle Rock; four great-grandchildren, Krystal and Raysn Humphries of Lindsay and Abby and Kael Humphries of Wagoner; a sister, Micky Speer and her husband, Phil of Vinita, OK; a special friend, Donna Hall of Norman, OK; Sue Humphries of Wagoner, the mother of Rob and Jenni; numerous nieces and nephews, other relatives and friends. A memorial service will be held at 10 a.m. Monday, May 20, 2013 at the Mallett Funeral Home Chapel in Wagoner. The Reverend Jimmy Layne will officiate. Honorary pallbearers will be Chris Cunningham, John Hancock, Johnny Watson and Kevin Wright. The miles were good but the mileage was turning my hair gray. I met some people that knew me and called me friend. Ain't no sense in wanting my life to live over. I'd find different ways to make these mistakes again. So let me say this, I never tried to hurt anybody. But, I guess there's a few I still couldn't look in the eye. If I've got one wish, I hope it rains at my funeral. For once I'd like to be the only one dry. Tom T. Hall