I remember listening to Jimmy Dean sing about the larger than life Big John as a kid, and I remember watching his TV variety show. So the first time I met Mr. Dean in the mid 90′s was a very memorable event (for me). I was on a US Air flight from Charlotte, N.C. to Richmond, Va. on a very cold winter’s evening, and the first flakes of a snow storm, predicted to be a big snow producer, had already started falling in Richmond as we were boarding in Charlotte.
