Remembering Jack

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Editor:

Thanks, Max Foster, for getting it exactly right in your Oct. 20 column recalling Jack Myers, longtime general manager of the Roundup. For all his famous grumpiness, Jack was an unofficial ambassador for the Rim Country.

He was one of the first people I met in Payson 30 years ago when I moved to Payson, but by the time I left his office I knew my move would turn out all right.

I worked for Jack twice, first as reporter and then as editor, but I always thought of him as a friend rather than boss.

During my first chilly winter in Payson, Jack volunteered to install a wood burning stove and chimney in my drafty house, then tutored me on how to sharpen a chain saw, where to find good oak, and how to lay an easy fire. I still have that stove and practice those skills, and never a cold day goes by that I don’t light my stove thinking of Jack.

Jack had lots of other surprising facets — skilled wood carver, bread maker, fisherman, and cook to name a few.

He loved Pine and was a sucker for homeless dogs.

Though Jack dropped out of the social circuit in his later years, I know that many people across the country still recall his gruff mix of caring and quirkiness ... and it makes them smile.

Adios, Jack.

Rick Heffernon

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