Outside the family, Jack is probably best remembered for his prowess at the bridge table. In a family of notable bridge players he was the best of the clan. His strong American Contract Bridge League (ACBL) duplicate performances spanned multiple decades with many partners. I was fortunate to be one of them, if only for a short time. The last occasion I saw Jack was when brother Dave, the late Mike Kiesle, and I joined him for some Chicago scoring at his home on East 82nd street about 3 years ago. He could still wield the tickets to the max.
Jack in High school was cool. Not only in high school but years after the army. He played poker and he won $500.00 most nights. He was a good bridge player but he was also good at all card games. We worked at trash men together and I picked Jack up at the beginning of our route so he did need to go back to the yard. One summer, I worked (played) at turtle island coffee house. Some morning I would oversleep. It was great to get a wakeup call from Jack. He never would pay me for the rides but that was Jack.
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When Jack and I were young kids. We would play Cowboys and Indians. One year Jack was the horse and I jumped on him and bloody my chin. Bud was not a happy camper which was true most of the time. That is not true. For serval years he had garden at Jack’s and Patti’s backyard. Those are the best years of his life. Patti would give him ice water and he would give the kids fresh vegetable (that is why the kids eat healthily - not me)
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About 25 years ago Jack would visit me in Delaware. The Yankee game was blackout so Jack went out to listen to the game in his car.
Thanks for Michelle, Courtney and Stacy. Jack was lucky he had such a great son, and daughter and daughter-in-law