Jack was a best friend and I think of him often. We sometimes were close to the edge but Jack had no fear and always found a way to drive a little faster and party a little harder.
I wish he were here today. We would rock in our porch chairs and talk about scooping ice cream at Flaggs, or the best parking spots in the Sutton or Quaker drive-ins. We could talk about the clams at Millie’s or the burgers at the Flying Saucer. How we would sit all night on the library wall then lay all day on the res wall. We would laugh about racing the train through four towns so we could cross in front of it at the Rockdale mill. He enjoyed his brief life. Picture is late 1966. His car accident was on the night of October 21, 1967. Rest in pease, Jack.
Happy Days! Kenny, Jack, Bob, George. Joyce on the left, then Pat Turner, Kathy Gilroy, Linda, Charlotte. Bud Boutiette took the picture.
Jack loved to dance and was a natural rock & roller who could draw a crowd when he was on the dance floor.
Fortunately for others Jack (aka The Make Out King) left the dance floor occassionally to engage in his other favorite pass time. Bob and Linda ignore them and twist the night away.
Some of the best times with Jack were at his house when we would play poker after school (his Mom Betty provided the drinks, coke unfortunately), then go up the hill to play tackle football (without pads) at the Whitin estate field. Crazy stuff.
George Waters
Happy Days! Kenny, Jack, Bob, George. Joyce on the left, then Pat Turner, Kathy Gilroy, Linda, Charlotte. Bud Boutiette took the picture.
Jack loved to dance and was a natural rock & roller who could draw a crowd when he was on the dance floor.
Fortunately for others Jack (aka The Make Out King) left the dance floor occassionally to engage in his other favorite pass time. Bob and Linda ignore them and twist the night away.
James Couillard
Some of the best times with Jack were at his house when we would play poker after school (his Mom Betty provided the drinks, coke unfortunately), then go up the hill to play tackle football (without pads) at the Whitin estate field. Crazy stuff.