RIP, Jimmy Dean
I was 5 years old the summer that Jimmy Ray Dean’s “Big, Bad John” became a hit – my uncles used to pick on me every time the song came within earshot. Of course, I’m a couple of inches short of 6’6″ and a few pounds shy of 245, and as my uncles have left us, so has the fading reference to me as Big Bad John, but every time I hear the song it reminds of them.
Our porcine brethren are celebrating Jimmy Dean’s passage, though.
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I remember that song well. My dad had that album, and it was on the radio often enough. I guess knowing what both those things are dates me pretty well. Sigh.
He used to bring his Escalade to Moore Cadillac in Richmond when I worked there. I’ve always enjoyed his music as well as his pork products.
My Dad had the album and played it often, I knew something was up when I heard it on the radio this morning… RIP.
Bummer.
John, My wife and I met Jimmy Dean at the Portland Maine Airport. We were retuning to SC from taking Harley’s up the rocky coast. Great trip. While there we had driven into Quebec Province at Jackman Maine. We drove the country side which was beautiful. In one town we drove smack dab into the middle of a huge protest. Seems large commercial pig farms were moving there and the people were against it due to the large amounts of poop that would end up in streams etc. not to mention the smell. They carried signs in French saying…”Village for sale. The pigs are coming”. The signs were yellow and black, showed a pig and a huge pile of steamy poop with the international circle with the line through it over the pig. We stole one. It got a laugh from our border patrol when we reentered the US. I was sitting with it in the airport when Jimmy and his wife walked by. I saw him coming and recognized him immediately. He saw the sign and stopped to ask about it. When I told him he was hysterical. We had a good talk and he left. He was a “big big man”. RIP Jimmy and thanks for the memory.