Our Friend Jimi

On May 11, 2009, the world lost a great Human Being. My friend and Co-Worker Jimi Moenart was shot and killed in cold blood by 2 … Oh, lets call them “punks“ for now.

I have met a lot of people in my life time, but never met anyone like Jimi.

We hired in at the plant on the same day. We worked in the same department. As a Union Rep. I had the pleasure of representing Jimi.

Jimi was the type of person who was always smiling, telling jokes. He seem to have a gift of putting everyone around him in a better mood. I never remember seeing him in a bad mood, or mad at anyone. Boy, could he ever tell the best stories!


I remember back a few years ago, we were working the night shift, when I noticed Jimi riding his bike toward me. I could tell he was up to something, because he had that look in his eyes. He stopped and asked me a question on the contract. I don’t remember the exact question, but I noticed right away that he was up to something. After I told him he couldn’t do what he asked about, he rephrased the question, hoping to get a different answer from me. Again, I told him he couldn’t do it. So, he tried a third time. He really wanted to do whatever he was planning. At that point, I had to start laughing at him, then he looked at me at and starting laughing himself saying that “well, I tried“.


A couple of guys gave him the nickname “little bastard“. That was what they called him after one of his stories.


He was very devoted to his family and his Church. He enjoyed life to the fullest.


The police caught the 2 guys who shot our friend and justice was served.


We will all remember his great sense of humor and his gift of making people laugh. When I finally decide to grow up, I want to be just like him.


We will never forget our friend Jimi …. The “little bastard“!

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  1. You are very welcome. I have to admit that last year on May 11th, it was very hard for some of us at AAI. It was a sad day for all of us. I think most of us were holding back the tears knowing that our friend was not there with us. We just kept looking at one another, wondering WHY JIMI?

    A bunch of 50 year olds walking around with bloodshot eyes.

    I have a copy of Jimi’s patch on my locker located in our meeting area.


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