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In Memoriam:                             Jack was born in Chicago, Ill. and
        John Francis Ryan, 1926-2007         graduated from the University of Il-
                                             linois with a degree in journalism. He
                                             married Mary Florice Allen, whom he
               actus Jack Ryan was the kind   lost to cancer in 1990.
               of man you are lucky to meet      After  serving  in  the Army  in
        Cjust  once  in  a  lifetime—a       WWII, Jack moved to New York City
        gentle, gifted, wry, seemingly fragile   where he began his professional career.
        fellow who possessed all of the quali-  He had several assignments there be-
        ties  you  wish  you                                   fore becoming the
        had. The many who                                      editor of Family  Yosemite,  the Appalachian  Trail,
        attended his memo-                                     Weekly Magazine  the Ramapo Mountains, the Sierra
        rial  service  at  the                                 and eventually re-  Nevada and many others, sometimes
        Red Rock Overlook                                      tired from Medical  alone, but usually with a hiking com-
        on  the  evening  of                                   Economics Maga-    panion. There is hardly a landscape
        June  11,  affirmed                                    zine  in 1995. Jack  around  Las  Vegas  that  he  hadn’t
        his  special  place                                    moved  from  his  walked or climbed.
        in their hearts and                                    home in West Or-      Several of Jack’s hiking buddies
        how  much  he  had                                     ange, New Jersey  told  amusing  tales  of  their  adven-
        touched their lives.                                   and  wasted  no  tures with the “trail boss.” One of
            As the sun set on                                  time  in  heading  them related that not long ago, Jack
        the Canyon he loved,                                   west. He landed in  and several of the group had gone to
        friends, family, vol-                                  Las Vegas, joined  Yosemite to hike Half Dome. It was a
        unteer  associates,                                    Friends  of  Red  cloudy day with a low ceiling. As they
        and even casual ac-                                    Rock  Canyon  were dragging themselves up the trail
        quaintances  who                                       and immediately  by the chain hand-holds that line the
        had merely been led                                    resumed his life-  route, their only view was of the steep,
        by Jack on trails around Red Rock,   long love affair with nature.        bald face of the rock in front of them.
        came to pay their last respects to him.   During the memorial ceremony,
        Jack’s daughter, Carmel Muccio, ac-  Carmel shared some of the cards and
        companied by son Ryan, spoke of his life   letters she had received from friends,
        as a loving, joyful and supportive father,   colleagues and admirers of her father,
        husband and grandfather who truly loved   each one echoing the other in taking
        life. He was their strength and they are  the measure of the man.
        his legacy.                               Carmel recalled that in his pro-
                                             fessional  life  as  a  journalist,  he
                                             demanded  as  much  from  himself
                                             as from those who worked with him
                                             and for him. A written tribute from
                                             a former colleague summarized the
                                             character and integrity of this man he
                                             continued to admire.
                                                 Jack  never  did  anything  half-
                                             heartedly. He was determined to stand
                                             at the top of every mountain worth
                                             hiking. He had explored Yellowstone,

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