His breaker tripped and just wouldn't reset on February 4, 2021.

Born to Benjamin and Nina (Hodges) Cannon on February 16, 1945 in Glade Spring, Virginia, the youngest of eight children.

Jack was preceded in death by Evelyn Cannon (Kindle), Charles "Charlie" Cannon, Benjamin "Ben jr" Cannon Jr., Thomas "Tom" Cannon, William "Bill" Cannon, Lucille Cannon, and Lou Ella Cannon.

He is survived by his fiancé Shirley Stratton, Lucy Ann Yarber (Cannon) of Bristol, TN, children Steven Cannon and his wife Shawna, Jacqueline Bybee and her husband Brett, grandchildren William Ace Bodenhamer, Austin Cannon and his wife Megan, Weston Cannon, Allee Cannon, great grandson Kipton Cannon, and numerous nephews and nieces in Missouri, Kansas, and back home in Virginia and Tennessee.

Jack attended Meadowview Grade School from first to seventh grade. In May of 1963, he graduated from Patrick Henry High School in Glade Spring, Virginia. Less than two weeks later, he walked up to the Air Force recruiting office and voluntarily enlisted. He left home the same day, only able to tell his mom goodbye via the phone. He landed at Whiteman Air Force Base (WAFB) after completing basic training.

There he met someone who just flipped his switch, so he married her, Evelyn Irene Kindle, from LaMonte, MO, at WAFB on October 29, 1965. That connection sparked twice the first time in 1970 and his future ladder holding, wire carrying, and hole drilling son Steven was born. In 1974, their wires crossed again, causing yet another spark resulting in his race car driving, fun loving, and up for just about anything daughter, Jacqueline. They moved to Green Ridge in 1974 and never left.

Having given 37 years of combined civil service and active duty, almost all of which at WAFB, Jack took his lineman pilers and pocketknife and retired in 2000. Story goes that he left late on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving unknown to everyone he wasn't coming back for good on Monday! Only returning once or twice ever in the last 21 years of his life. Seeing the first fly over of the B-2 while standing on top of the CE building was a memory he never forgot.

The next 20 years were spent wiring houses, lighting up so many people's lives. He always seemed to get a sense of pride if you knew to watch him close when he'd flip a breaker for the first time and the lights came on. He had some real fun traveling to Illinoise to take down grain bin fans just to put them back up, wiring a new addition for a farm equipment dealership, or simply helping someone over the phone. However, one of his proudest achievements was passing along "almost" everything he knew about electricity and a little on life to his sub-panel, Brian.

When his original switch sadly flipped way too early, he raced a couple other tracks, but they just didn't have the amps he needed. They were more of an unleaded fuel, and he felt the need for speed! Boy did he ever find her – Shirley Stratton. He latched onto this stray bolt of electricity that no breaker could ever hold. Shirley's kindred spirit fueled with no less than racing fuel "probably the coffee" kept him out of the rocker and on the throttle to the very end. Thanks to her, he crossed the finish line on fumes with a shredded tire, oil dripping, and steam coming from the hood just before he threw a rod.

I don't know that dad ever bumped anyone or pushed them into the guard rail in this race we call life, but I did see him more than once take a little tingle from a live wire just to feel alive. He'd tell me "it's not the volts that kills you, it's the amps."

An open house visitation is scheduled for February 10 from 2-7 at Moore Funeral Home in LaMonte, MO. Family may or may not be present. Private cemetery services with full military honors will be held later this summer. Memorials can be donated to Green Ridge Recreational Organization 31649 Hinken Rd, Green Ridge, MO 65332 or K.C. Hospice House in care of the funeral home.