One of my brothers mentioned Fat Jack the other day.
It had been a few years since I'd thought of him. He was a Falstaffian figure - a man of size and many appetites - who was no stranger to beer and pizza and who drove an old pink Cadillac convertible that he dubbed "The Pink Sink." He was very kind, funnier than hell, talked a mile a minute, played the guitar, and had an upholstery business where all of his employees called him Fat Jack.
He was also impossible to dislike. My guess is he easily made the Most Extraordinary Character list of everyone who ever knew him.
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