JRB. This hurts. We had great times and moments together, and when I least expect them, they show up, I will always treasure those memories and photos I have of you. Love JSF.

I have so many fond memories of Jack. Lots of hugs, laughter, and good times. Fourth of July BBQ’s — met him about 10 years ago and my hubby Don Englund has known him much, much longer — with many more stories. He always called him “smiling Jack.” Don and I went up to Kodiak, AK to visit his family and fish. We fared well — and knowing Jack and his love of his mom’s fish head soup — thanks to AK fam, our catch was all “flash frozen/pro vac sealed” and I insisted my largest King Head (which was BIG) be included. I brought it back just for Jack. I’ve never seen his eyes 👀 bigger, nor a happier smile, laugh, got a bigger hug — and he said “I’m leaving RIGHT NOW to take this home to mom to make fish head soup! Thank you! You understand me so much!” I replied, “I love you, Jack! Always will!” 🎣 ❤️

Jack coming to the rescue when my daughter Caroline was arrested for socking her housemate in the nose (he was pounding on her door threatening to kill her because she had caught him and his girlfriend stealing stuff from another housemate who was out of town – or something like that), and we moved Caroline’s stuff out of that house lickety split. How he always called Caroline, “Carolina, the dancing machine.” How we never figured out where he got that, since I don’t think he ever saw her dance and she was anything but a machine. It was just Jack.

Moving day — with John Miller, Katie Driscoll, Jack Bulis and Lido the wonder dog

I wish I had had a tape recorder on when he told me his fishing tales. I remember one where he had managed to break a foot – at least he thought he had broken it. But a storm was coming up and they had to lift the pots. Foot or no foot. So he shoved that foot into a boot and went out on deck, and there is no way I can write anything that can capture his tale, but it involved stormy weather and slippery decks and heavy crab pots and various metal objects that kept slamming into his foot … and I was laughing so hard it was a while before I could catch my breath enough to tell him that sorry for laughing about your broken foot. But Jack was grinning all the while, as if it had been the funniest thing that had ever happened to him.

One of my favorite halloweens:  Dennis set up his amp with a microphone. Jack was covered in a white sheet lying in wait at the side of the house. When kids came down our front path, Dennis would project wailing ghost sounds and Jack would come twirling like a dervish scaring the hell out of the trick or treaters. The older ones loved it but some of the younger ones cried.  We laughed so hard (not at those who cried)!  What fun we had!  

There was the time Jack helped Richard and I move out of our apartment. We had a balcony running the length of the place that hung over parking spaces that backed onto the alley. The guys were running boxes of this and that, stereo equipment, bits of furniture – you know. All that kind of stuff.

Then we got to the couch. It was a tight squeeze and a narrow stairway down to the truck, and while the guys were all looking at each other trying to figure out the trajectory, Jack hollered up from the truck bed. “Toss it over the railing.” So they did. And it worked.

At least that’s how I remember it. Now that I think about it, maybe taking it over the railing was Brandon’s idea. Brandon was the brains of the outfit. Brandon was Jack’s running buddy, his Tom Sawyer to Jack’s Huckleberry Finn. When I first met Jack, the two were inseparable.

One of my first and favorite pictures of Jack.

♥️ — with Teresa Arnold and Jack Bulis

I haven’t seen Jack for quite a while, he was a a friend of my dads. Growing up he was like a bonus Uncle and was always sweet to my me and my sister. My thoughts are with his family and friends. ❤️