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I knew Jack for a number of years both on and off the ice. I can remember going to shinny games early and he and I would sit there against the glass watching the mites practice. Jack would have a gleam in his eye making him look so much younger than his age. We would sit there and tell jokes (most of them dirty) or a group of us would just listen to him talk of past playing days. His stories were always lucid and vivid, and so god damn funny. Jack Molt played hockey in 7 decades. But to hear him talk abut it, you could never tell. Dispite failing health he continued to lace the boots because it was his passion for the game that kept him young at heart. Sitting in those rink lobbies soaking up each story like a sponge was some of the best things about shinny hockey and I dearly miss that. I am not a religious man; but if there is a heaven, then I can see Jack, young and vibrant, sitting with Jesus telling hom story after story of his playing days with our pro team at the time. And Jesus would be sitting there, doubled over in laughter, face buried in his hands with wet tears streaming down saying "I know, Jack. I was there!" But laughing and loving each story just the same. He embodied a passion for life that I can only hope to someday rise to. Jack passed away on December 16th, the 21st wedding anniversary to his wife and just shy of his 79th birthday on January 1st. His gleaming smile carried from lobby to bench to ice and to the pub for beers after will always be etched deep in my mind, heart, and soul. God bless you Papa Jack and rest easy and pain free my friend. John F. "Jack" Molt 1937-2010
