Jimmy Jard died February 17. That won’t mean anything to but a few people who grew up with him in Virginia Beach, Virginia in the 1950s and 60s. For those of us who did know him, though, he was one of the funniest guys ever to walk the planet. He came to one of the un-funniest endings, though, and that was sad and disturbing to see. Or to hear about, since the last time I saw him was when my father was still alive and Jimmy was still married. That would have been at least twenty years ago, probably more.
A wonderful tribute. Humor and laughter are our best hope.