What Happened? He Was 16 Two Weeks
Happy Birthday, Jack Friedman
He would have been 99 today, which means he really would have been “pushing” 100.
Twenty or so years ago, I found him one morning -- this is when he first moved to Las Vegas -- sitting in his living room, reading my first book.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m reading this thing, and you know, you’re pretty good. You can write.”
“Thanks.”
“No joke. It’s a real book.”
“That was the hope.”
“You know what the difference is between you and me?”
“This should be good.”
“I know all the words in this book. The difference is you know what order to put them in, that’s all.”
Considering today is the official release of JACK SH*T 3: I’M THE FATHER, let’s hope that’s still the case.
Happy birthday to America's Dad, Jack Friedman.
Toss in an extra Sweet-n-Low, you earned it.
"The difference is you know what order to put them in, that’s all."
That's it, all the difference there ever was. Well, that, and that Sweet 'N Low thing.
Happy celestial birthday Jack!
Still waiting for the movie... in color.