Jack-Hurley-Obituary

Jack Dennis Hurley

Portland, Oregon

Jun 7, 1955 – Dec 28, 2022

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BORN
June 7, 1955
DIED
December 28, 2022
LOCATION
Portland, Oregon

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Jack Dennis HurleyJune 7, 1955 - Dec. 28, 2022 If your car broke down two hours from home in the middle of the night, you called Jack. If you needed a plate of food or a place to stay, you called Jack. If you were the owner of a chain of fast-food restaurants that weren't making any money and...

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I trained as an assistant manager with Jack at the Fort Vancouver Way Burgerville back in 1985ish. Sending my condolences to his family and friends. May your memories sustain you.

Terri and family, I am sending you lots of prayers and angels as you make your way through the journey of grief. I have so many great memories of working with Jack as Assistant Manager at BV#7. We had so many good times and laughs. He always had my back. So sorry for your loss.

Terri and family - I´m so sorry for your loss. I have fond memories of Jack working with him at Burgerville. Although Jack was more than a boss to me, he was a mentor and a father figure. I will always be grateful for what he taught me about being a leader and for the love he showed me. May God bless your family in this time of sorrow. Sincerely, Leslie (Brown) Hull

My cousin Jack, the cute blond

My condolences on your loss. Know you will carry him with you.

I went to high school with Jack. He was a good guy.

I was so saddened this morning to read of the County's loss of Jack Hurley. His picture in the Columbian is just as I remembered him. Working at BV for more than three years in the late 70's, Jack was my favorite boss. He was kind, caring, funny, and taught me so much. I respected him. When he hired his brother, Phil, he wanted to teach him the restaurant business, as well. I was personally sad to see Jack take a promotion at BV, as area manager, and leave my restaurant. I missed him very...

Sorry for you loss Terri.

Attending Clark College in the late 70´s I was required to take PE credits. When the winter schedule came out, I mentioned to Jack that there was a skiing class that took place at Mount Hood Meadows. Without skipping a beat, he suggested we both take the class and he would drive. So for 8 weeks in a row, we drove up to the mountain took an hour class on the slopes, then skied for another couple of hours and headed home. Jack and I talked about everything under the sun, he never pulled a punch...