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Remembering Jack Wilson

Rachel Wohl

I think about Jack often in a series of images, vignettes really. Jack harmonizing with Marybeth singing the Hobo’s Lullaby to Jan and me at his place in the Haight as we go to sleep, all having hot tubbed too long and drunk too much wine — his harrowing stories about his youth, punctuated by explosive laughs and his no-holds-barred love for Jan — his passion during the filmmaking years, especially for Mad River — his waking-up at 3:00 AM sweating and yelling in combat nightmares — usually being too tough on himself, sometimes being pig-headed — teaching me to shoot guns at bottles and cans with big headphones on and being shocked it was so much fun — playing on the floor with Jackson as a kid and immediately keying into whatever Jackson’s wave-length was — making Jackson and his friend Lucus devein shrimp, while teaching them how to make shrimp scampi as a surefire way to get into a girl’s pants — the sweetness and generosity shining out of his dirty old man act — free and alive riding his motorcycle through the streets of Yogyakarta — speaking Bahasa Indonesian, at ease with everyone wherever he went — his pride in PPMK, love of the people and villages, fire in the belly to end poverty — his sincere effort, still laughing at himself, to be a better person — 9:30 PM calls in the last years often talking about meditation, meaning and the wisdom of Bo Lozoff, who Jack said kept him sane, “sort of.”

No one else I know or have ever known is anything like Jack and I miss him. About two months before he died, he left a message on our answering machine, “You have to look at page 195 in Bo’s book, It’s A Meaningful Life. You have to.” I finally got around to reading it:

Practicing love as a path of service is a very powerful process. You allow your love for your mate or your children to bring out the best in you, and then you keep the best out front for everyone and everything. Be more generous to the panhandler because you’re in love. Be quicker to forgive the person who is annoying or rude or angry, because you’re in love. Be more in awe of nature, more appreciative of art, music and poetry, because you’re in love. Allow love to awaken you to all of life rather than fixate you toward one person.

   

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