Toasted, not roasted, by a longtime friend and colleague.
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Jack sang three songs at his retirement party at The Sitting Bull Tuesday night and ended with, ìI know what you are thinking, donít quit your day job. Well, itís too late!î Since it was open mike night and there were many to follow, Jack speculated there would be much applause from his fellow work mates (there was), and that the other performers not knowing the set-up, would be encouraged, thinking, Gosh, that guy stinks and they still love him.

Jack didn’t stink, he was quite good, perhaps the best that night, his night.
(Jack met John at Yale in the seventies. We met Jack through John who worked with Diane at McLean and owned half our house before he married Ruth. I worked for a brief time with Jackís brother, Tom, in 1982.)