"Clock's ticking," said Joe Minjares, knocking on a booth at his Minneapolis restaurant, Pepitos. "I've got to get that transplant. I met one guy who got it. He's really happy."
Minjares seems mostly happy despite pulmonary fibrosis, which has advanced from the diagnosis six years ago to the point that he needs a portable oxygen tank. A stand-up comedian and actor who once moved to Hollywood to chase fame, Minjares is still playing most things for laughs. "The one thing I do use this for," he said, adjusting the nasal cannula, "If I get a complaint, I come up [he started to make deep slurping noises], 'Can I help you?' And they feel sorry for me. It's working for me."
Jokes fail the father of five, granddad of 12 and great-grandfather of five when he talks about his family. He and his wife, Sue, have shared a 53-year relationship, with one hiccup he addressed in our interview, of which this is Part 1.
Q: Do you notice people treating you differently?
A: Sure. Especially the ones who haven't seen me with the Apollo 1 backpack and umbilical cord. [He touched his portable oxygen tank.] I feel like an astronaut.
Q: Does this make you go to church more?
A: It makes me think about God more. Makes me take a longer look at my grandchildren. I've got great-grandchildren and they come over and it makes me a little less nervous around them. It makes me want them around more. It makes me understand when my father was dying how sad he was. I was out in California. I said, "Dad, what's wrong?" He just said, I'm sad. I'll never see my grandchildren grow. I don't take anything for granted, C.J. Little things are really cool. You're the second C.J. who's been after me, you know. You've been trying to get a hold of me. There's another C.J., she walks the streets here. She's been after me. She dropped off a little heart she cut out because she heard I was sick. I would've laughed that off a year ago. I'm not laughing it off now.
Q: If you had it to do over again, the hiccup in your marriage would not have occurred, right?