Steve Snead

Jim was a worthy advocate, capable of shrewd moves in a courtroom in front of a jury, or in chambers with the judge. That made him dangerous and effective. 
But he was more worthy as a colleague, honorable, honest, and ethical to a fault. We’d scrap in the courtroom, like feral cats on occasion, but he’d always offer a handshake and a sincere compliment after closing argument.
I got to see his spiritual side, too, but he didn’t wear it on his sleeve.
And his charitable side also displayed his humility. On a chance drive by Eden Village one Saturday with his wife, Springfield’s first tiny homes for the homeless project, Jim stopped in, excited at the prospect of buying one for himself. When the project was explained to him, he wrote a check on the spot and bought one sure enough, which now houses a formerly homeless Springfieldian. When I called to thank him, he thanked ME for being involved in the project. 
Jim was a “lawyer’s lawyer,” but also always fiercely loyal to his clients and would never abandon or give up on any of them. That’s rare and speaks volumes about his integrity. 
I already his big smile, his quick wit, and his affable nature.

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