We lost an old friend 
        this week. At the visitation last night, we caught glimpses of his life 
        captured in old photos and family memorabilia.
        
        We best knew Jack as a mechanic and as Dan's father's buddy. He'd owned 
        the Mobil Station in town for many years, a legacy handed down by his 
        father before him. I guess you might say knowing cars was in his blood. 
        When he decided to "retire" many years ago, he sold the station but 
        didn't quit working for long. He started to repair cars out of a small 
        steel building-little more than a large shed, really- on the outskirts 
        of town. It has a rickety hoist, an old oil stove for heat and poor 
        lighting, but he seemed happy working there a few hours a day.
        
        Dan came home from a rummage sale many years ago with a small box filled 
        with old Popular Science magazines. These magazines spanned the 
        1950s and '60s, and it was fun to look back at the simpler way of life 
        you could visit between their pages. One regular monthly feature of the 
        magazine was
        
        Gus Wilson's Model Garage.
        
        Gus Wilson was the kind of mechanic you always wish you could find- 
        honest as the day is long, hardworking, a true friend, someone who 
        really had an instinct for cars. Every month Gus would solve a mystery 
        surrounding a car or truck, and I loved his calm, plain-spoken 
        temperament. He was an unlikely hero in greasy coveralls.
        
        Jack was our "Gus." You could always trust Jack. He never gouged you on 
        the price; in fact, you often wondered if he charged enough for his 
        time. I mean, how often do you leave your mechanic feeling that way? Of 
        course, there were quite a few things Jack couldn't repair from his 
        small shop. He didn't have a fancy diagnostic computer, but for all the 
        routine brake jobs, welding and whatnot, he was simply the best. With 
        his passing, I feel like we've all just lost another "Gus," a dinosaur, 
        a relic from the past some might say, but he was a part of the past that 
        remembered a good mechanic should be a good neighbor and a friend first 
        and foremost.
        
        Today our community will gather to remember Jack, our neighbor and our 
        friend. They will remember he loved to hunt and fish and play with his 
        grandchildren. They'll remember he was a devoted husband, a selfless 
        civic leader and active in his church.
        
        And they'll remember he was a damned good mechanic.
        
        - Gee Vee 
      
