Comments on: “Shirtless Jack” Clinton McGovern http://revuemag.com/2009/05/%e2%80%9cshirtless-jack%e2%80%9d-clinton-mcgovern/ Guatemala's English-language Magazine Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:22:32 +0100 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Lasse Sjöberg http://revuemag.com/2009/05/%e2%80%9cshirtless-jack%e2%80%9d-clinton-mcgovern/comment-page-1/#comment-878 Lasse Sjöberg Fri, 04 Dec 2009 06:44:36 +0000 http://revuemag.com/?p=1397#comment-878 In 1979, on the beautiful Indonesian island Bali, I met Jack at the losmen where I had been staying a couple of month´s. I was a 23 year old backpacker from Sweden and my friendly American menthor was 35 and extremly skilled in the field of "enjoying life while doing nothing". The evening we started communicating he asked "Why do you write a diary?". "In the future it can be interesting to read what I did", I replyed. "So, what have you done today my swedish friend?", he asked. That day in the diary contained only one sentence and it declared I had been to the post office mailing letters to family and friends in Sweden. "Sounds like a busy day. Boy, if that´s worth writing about you must be relaxed", Jack said. We had three fantastic weeks together. We fully explored the island and than Jack headed north towards Thailand and I was on my way to Australia. I cried when we broke up and, probably to make me feel better, he gave me a blue t-shirt from the Brandywine Restaurant in Colorado skiresort Steamboat Springs and said: - If you ever go to America and becomes short of money, make sure to visit Steamboat Springs. Appear at Brandywine wearing this shirt and send them regards from Jack McGovern - and you will be hired. At the time I had no plans to visit USA, but destiny brought me there and six month later I hitchhiked from Los Angeles to Steamboat Springs. I went to the Brandywine restaurant and did what Jack had told me, but the beautiful formula did not work. Fortunately, I was also carrying the important Jack-attitude "No worries!" so I walked down through main street, saw a sign "dishwasher wanted" at another restaurant, applied and was hired. A month later Jack M showed up in Steamboat and he later follwed me to my small hometown Solleftea in northern Sweden where he stayed more than one year. He worked as a teacher (english and spanish), chief and i little of everything, including helping my parents to build their present home. Jack had many odd habbits and one of them was to collect lables from beer bottles all of the world. He fully enjoyed the liquid and than put the bottles into water, pulled off the swedish lables and sent them to a kid in Australia that collected beer lables. To me, that was Jack McGovern. Together with my wife I in early 1987 spent a couple of fantastic weeks at Jack´s temporary home in Steamboat. That was during the relativly short period while Jack was married and was gonna start a new and more mature life style. Since our dauhter was born nine months later he always reminded me that she was part American. Jack and I lost track for several years, but in 2001 - while our family lived in Mississippi, we had a long phonecall and planned for a reunion in Panajachel. I wish we had. To me, Jack McGovern was ,still is and always will be the best. Jack, thank´s for everything! Lasse In 1979, on the beautiful Indonesian island Bali, I met Jack at the losmen where I had been staying a couple of month´s. I was a 23 year old backpacker from Sweden and my friendly American menthor was 35 and extremly skilled in the field of “enjoying life while doing nothing”.
The evening we started communicating he asked “Why do you write a diary?”. “In the future it can be interesting to read what I did”, I replyed. “So, what have you done today my swedish friend?”, he asked. That day in the diary contained only one sentence and it declared I had been to the post office mailing letters to family and friends in Sweden. “Sounds like a busy day. Boy, if that´s worth writing about you must be relaxed”, Jack said.

We had three fantastic weeks together. We fully explored the island and than Jack headed north towards Thailand and I was on my way to Australia. I cried when we broke up and, probably to make me feel better, he gave me a blue t-shirt from the Brandywine Restaurant in Colorado skiresort Steamboat Springs and said:
- If you ever go to America and becomes short of money, make sure to visit Steamboat Springs. Appear at Brandywine wearing this shirt and send them regards from Jack McGovern – and you will be hired.
At the time I had no plans to visit USA, but destiny brought me there and six month later I hitchhiked from Los Angeles to Steamboat Springs. I went to the Brandywine restaurant and did what Jack had told me, but the beautiful formula did not work. Fortunately, I was also carrying the important Jack-attitude “No worries!” so I walked down through main street, saw a sign “dishwasher wanted” at another restaurant, applied and was hired. A month later Jack M showed up in Steamboat and he later follwed me to my small hometown Solleftea in northern Sweden where he stayed more than one year. He worked as a teacher (english and spanish), chief and i little of everything, including helping my parents to build their present home. Jack had many odd habbits and one of them was to collect lables from beer bottles all of the world. He fully enjoyed the liquid and than put the bottles into water, pulled off the swedish lables and sent them to a kid in Australia that collected beer lables. To me, that was Jack McGovern.
Together with my wife I in early 1987 spent a couple of fantastic weeks at Jack´s temporary home in Steamboat. That was during the relativly short period while Jack was married and was gonna start a new and more mature life style. Since our dauhter was born nine months later he always reminded me that she was part American. Jack and I lost track for several years, but in 2001 – while our family lived in Mississippi, we had a long phonecall and planned for a reunion in Panajachel.
I wish we had. To me, Jack McGovern was ,still is and always will be the best. Jack, thank´s for everything!

Lasse

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