Happy heavenly birthday to my buddy! 

I miss you... 

Jack and I played a lot of sports together. He was an excellent athlete with natural god given skills. He was very fast on his feet, had excellent balance and jumping abilities. He was the captain of his high school swimming team at James Madison High school. He and I visited the school one day, and I saw his name painted on the wall next to the swimming pool. Jack was the fastest guy in the neighborhood. We played many pickup basketball games together in the park and rarely lost, he was an excellent shooter and could dunk the ball. I always said he could have played college basketball if he wanted too. We also played on a touch tackle football team with a lot of other friends from the neighborhood. His position was running back. Unfortunately, one afternoon while he was running with the ball during a game, he got tackled just as he planted his foot and blew out his knee. His knee was never the same after that injury.

 After I was married in 1978 and moved out of Brooklyn, our friendship and lives moved in different directions. Jack had asked me to be a partner with him in starting a Boar's Head route. We talked about it, and as much as I wanted to do it, there just wasn't enough income when starting up a new route. Although we haven't seen a lot of each other over the years we always stayed in touch. I am grateful that he came to a gathering of old friends at my house the summer before the pandemic started. I will miss my old friend and will always cherish our memories together. Our deepest sympathies to his family.