I first met Jack Greene in the mid-fifties when he was playing drums for a man named Cecil Griffith on WQXI-TV in Atlanta. We had back-to-back shows on the station, and I would see him virtually every night. Later, he worked part-time for an auto glass repair shop in suburban Decatur where my dad was in the insurance business.
Dad got to know Jack, and would often send him repair work. We’d hang around Jack’s place, he and Dad talking glass repair, he and I talked country music.
I was thrilled for Jack’s success when he came to Nashville, first as Ernest Tubb’s dummer, and later as a solo performer on the Opry. We toured together many times, and I can’t count the nights I introduced him on the Opry stage. Even as he was growing ill, his voice remained strong, and in his latter days, I honestly believe he was singing better than ever.
This picture was taken of us a few years ago backstage at the Opry. I was saddened by the news of his passing, but I feel extremely blessed because he passed my way.
Rest in peace, my friend.