For those of you who are following along: Jack is now in San Antonio, living with family. Good news, that, because he can't quite live on his own yet. As near as I can tell, he's back to his usual feisty self (at least based on several e-mails I've had from him recently). Bare minimum, he's sick of people fussing over him (not, ahem, that anyone plans to stop doing so). He told me he wants to have a t-shirt printed that says
Thanks for your concern, but I'm not disabled- I'm just crippled.
Anyway . . . He has a ways to go before he's fully recovered, but he's doing okay.