Friends,

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."

Post comments or photos here.

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Early Wilke

Our families met while on vacation in southwestern Maine, during the late 60's, the age of moonwalks (walking on the moon, not a dance step) and Woodstock. John and my brother Jon hit it off, and proceeded to have wild adventures, including "losing" our family's VW Bug out on a back-woods trail. Mark lead the search party, grilling both John and Jon for any clue as to where they may have left the stranded beetle. We eventually guided the bug safely back over what would have made any self-respecting jeep think twice.

My condolences to all in the Wilke family - John will be missed.

Sue Robinson
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  1. Mark WilkeJune 6, 2009 at 5:30 PM

    Dearest Sue, what an delightful surprise to see your name on your nice post! (And a good Maine story I'd forgotten about!) I was just talking about going to Woodstock, with you, to folks the other day. Please contact me if you would: mark.wilke@comcast.net
    Would love to catch up!

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