Some people enter our lives through circumstances we never could have planned, at exactly the time we need them. Jack was one of those people for me.
If you found yourself in Newport Beach on a Wednesday night, Jack was easy to find. He had his chair, and nobody else dared sit in it. Anyone new could introduce themselves, and Jack would dispense whatever wisdom he thought was appropriate. Sometimes it was profound. Sometimes it was practical. In my case, one of his first instructions was simple. Call him every morning at 8:00. Not 7:55. Not 8:05. At 8:00.
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