Bill Jackson passed away the other day at the age of 86. That will be of import almost entirely to Chicago natives of a certain age–my age, to be exact. Back in the day, because of the powerhouse WGN–arguably the most influential independent TV station in the country back in the ’60s and early ’70s–Chicago was blessed with a slate of classic local weekday kids’ shows. Bozo the Clown was syndicated nationally, and pretty much everyone my age also grew up watching Ray Rayner and the Garfield Goose show.
Those shows were great, but eventually the upstart, cheapie UHF station–turn that dial, kids–WFLD Channel 32 challenged WGN with BJ and Dirty Dragon. The WGN hosts all seemed like kindly uncles, affectionate but (except for Rayner) a bit stiff, in their ’60s suits and ties. BJ, or Bill Jackson, was hipper, more in line with Jerry G. Bishop’s hippie-inflected Svengoolie. Indeed, Svengoolie filled in for Jackson on the odd week when Jackson was on vacation or whatnot.
I doubt you care, but there are clips of BJ and Dirty Dragon on YouTube. I once saw as a tyke one of his life stage shows of the program. Bill Jackson brought a lot of joy to a lot of kids. That is no mean legacy. Rest in Peace, BJ.