Jack Swigert was a real nice guy, as tough as they come. After a morning on the hot Edwards lakebed, we all ended up back at our motel (the DI) in Lancaster. Nothing to do after post-test discussions, but lay in the summer heat next to the pool. All at once, the flight crew decided Jack needed a dip, easier said than done, we really had a hard time trying to push (dump) him into the pool but mass counts and we finally won!
I had the pleasure of going on a double date at the AVI with Swigert and two girls that we met at poolside also staying at the DI. Here he was a seasoned fighter pilot captivating both girls and of course me, (age 22) with stories concerning his experiences flying the fastest planes in our Air Force. He was a great story teller. In early 1983 I received word that he died. That hurt bad.