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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Remembering John

I met John when he became interested in a case that I had involving the Red Cross, and the manner in which it handled it blood supply. I was a little skeptical about talking to the Wall Street Journal. But, John told me that he would be fair. We started meeting and talking about it. After awhile, it was more fun than work. We told each other stories about our kids, the whole nine yards. I thoroughly enjoyed him. When the story came out, it was just as he said - fair and balanced. I spoke to him once in the last year or so. I didn't know he was sick. I will miss him. He loved his family and he loved being a journalist.

My condolences to the family.


Vince McKnight

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