True story... About 16 years ago I was exiting a shopping mall when I was greeted with the sight of a car that had been pulled over to the curb. It's passenger door was open but nobody was sitting there. Across from the open door was a man lying prone on the concrete and there was a pretty, older looking woman who was standing by him, looking kind of distressed. I walked over and asked if I could be of assistance. She said that her husband was getting into the car but that he just hadn't made it quite far enough. So I offered to help him into the car. I knelt down and got my arms around him and hoisted him up and into the car. The wife thanked me profusely while closing the passenger door and she walked around to the drivers side of the car. The passenger side window was open and I patted the guy's shoulder and said something like "Well there you go. You take care now, you hear?" The old guy didn't (or couldn't?) say anything, but he had a big smile of appreciation on his face, and those eyes! It was Jack. As the car drove away, I realized that I had just been smiled at by one of the great villains of all moviedom. About three months later I read in the paper that he had died.
