(March 16, 1926 – August 20, 2017)
When I think of Jerry Lewis, he’s with Dean Martin, acting really stupid and making me laugh. It’s one of their movies, on television, and I’m at my grandmother’s house in Texas.
Learning that he’d passed away at 91, that’s exactly what I’m thinking of. Not of the up-and-down solo movies, not of the MD telethon, not of the big ego — just of the laughs. Thanks, Jerry.