Many of my references to Jackie Corr here over the years have been preceded by an adjective: The indefatigable Jackie Corr, the indispensable Jackie Corr, and so on. Now, regrettably, I have to add a new adjective: the late Jackie Corr.
E-mails by the bushel full came in from Jackie, often in the middle of the night, and always on some issue of justice, corruption or corporate perfidy. He was a Butte workingman with a workingman's sense of what's right and wrong in this world, a journalist's sense of news and a historian's sense of how it all fit together. He scoured the internet endlessly and wrote prolifically, with pieces published in Counterpunch, the Butte Weekly and occasionally in the Outpost (for instance, here, here and here.
He sent me more material than I had time to read. But I was always eager to look at what he sent, and I never passed over something from him without suspecting that I was making a mistake.
His last piece to appear while he was still alive must have been the story in this week's Butte Weekly about rising gasoline prices, a story filled with contempt for Big Oil, George Bush and Democrats whose "official line at the Democratic Convention in Denver in August will be to act like gas is still selling at $3.00 a gallon outside the convention while it will be 'Happy Days Are Here Again' inside the convention against a background of thousands of corporate logos."
But I liked better his piece the week before on Butte boxing great Stanley Ketchell, dead at age 23 back in 1910. According to Jackie, Ketchell's manager, Wilson Mizner, told the big city papers, "It's not him. The kid can't be dead. Start counting over him and he will get up."
For those of us who had learned to count on Jackie, it's hard to believe he won't get back up.
UPDATE: Here is the full obituary.