I was twice blessed by the luck of the Irish because Jack Gillard was my editor at the Des Moines Register and my forever friend. He was a brilliant writer with a wicked wit and a keen eye for the memorable oddball story. Who knew that a front-page story on the misadventures of two fugitive pigs would delight so many readers? Jack did. He was a meticulous editor and mentor whose passion for newspaper excellence was contagious. And as life's narrator, he was the best. Through the years, if I needed a question answered, I didn't Google it. I'd Gillard it in lengthy phone chats. So farewell, Jack. May the good saints protect you and bless you today.