Let's capture some of why we loved Wilke so much. As one friend of his put it:

"...write up an anecdote – some story where they watched Wilke build up into righteous anger when reporting a story... or ironing out a crease in the fabric of the Journal bureau... And someone should talk about him tearing up when he described taking his kid to college…..Or when he became nearly inconsolable when the anthrax story came back and cost him two fantastic seats at the Nats-Mets game. Describe a time he filled in for people, picked up their loads for them, counseled them, slipped them incredible sources, shared bylines... that will keep him alive and you (and the rest of us) afloat."

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I will miss you

My favorite John Wilke emails always went something like this:

“There’s a movement afoot to get a posse together to establish a beachhead at Mackie’s this evening. It would be really great if you could go there now and start holding down the fort.”

I will miss you Wilke. Always Wilke, never John.

Love, Helene

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