Got to know Jack when he would join our golf league when he and Gwen vacationed in Ocean City, NJ. His professional baseball career started when Bob Carpenter hired him at 18 years old as a Phillie in 1950. He only pitched batting practice. But one day the manager told him he would have to pitch the next due to a rotation problem. I think it was against the Cubs in Chicago. Jack said he was nervous about it and had a hard time sleeping. As luck would have it the next day was a rainout. He never got his chance to pitch in the bigs. The next year, 1951, started his career all in the minors. RIP Jack. A great guy.
No matter how things are good or bad, you can always talk baseball. Baseball is a universal language, it has no age barriers and it seeks a common bond and love for the game. Jack was fluent and articulated an understanding that life is more than a game that you have to enjoy it and share it with your family and friends.
Jack and Gwen were frequent dinner companions of ours and we met Jack at the Ace Hardware store. They visited at Our restaurant Cip’s often and brought a lot of his golfing crew. He was personality plus and we looked forward to spending time with him and Gwen. He is missed on Sanibel Island. Our condolences to Gwen and family ❤️🩹
On the night before Jack passed, I spoke with him and told him how two of his grandsons hat hit home runs that day and his granddaughter scored and awesome goal. He was very excited to hear this news - and it comforts me to think that my last communication with my dad brought him lots of joy!