Per Roberts Rules, I second that motion.
As much as the reality hurts, that Baltimore Jack is now walking the higher trails, we all pass some day.
I've enjoyed the stories here. The chance encounters. I haven't enjoyed as much the dissections of his personality (other places on the interwebz, not so much here), ruminations about his potential vs. his success, carping about his drinking problems, etc.
Every legend I've ever met or read about wasn't perfect.
Baltimore Jack was hiker trash royalty. It appears that is what he wanted from life, from fate, from God, from whatever or whomever grants those sorts of things. The trail was his and hikers love him. Simple as that.