The marvelous actor JR Horne went on up to the Old Globe in the sky yesterday. He played the hell out of Pop Pop, an aging Korean War vet, in my play Oohrah! at the Atlantic in 2009. He was everything you want an older actor to be. He was crotchety and wisely opinionated and mildly over it, a total pro watching the kids try, and he was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT, with a stern yet delicate grumpiness that I don’t think was hard for him to access at all.
There are so many actors that leave marks on so many plays and they should all get blog posts and statues and scholarships and parks named after them for helping shape stories. Here is my small memorial to you. RIP, JR.