As a Freshman in High School, I first watched Jay, before I was introduced to him, as a senior athlete who played Forward on the Coronado High School basketball team coached by Coach Chapman in 1966 - 1967. I will never forget the rally at school the day of the game; later that night the gym rocked off its foundation as the Islanders won the Metro League Basketball title by defeating the favored Hilltop High Lancers whose student body outnumbered us 4 to 1. Jay played a huge part in the victory. He was a smooth, pure, silky, gliding team player and he played the way he lived his life, understated, quiet, dependable, accepting with a warm smile for everyone. We also happened to live across the street from the Brickley's. Jay and I had summer jobs with the phone company. Jay was a patient, mentoring person advising me on the scary pro's and con's of whether to strike or not with the rank and file phone workers who pressured us to strike, while management,
who hired us, expected us to work by walking through the intimidating lines of striking phone workers. He was a kind of "big brother" for a lot of us. As it turned out, many of us, including Jay, had lost our military fathers to pre-mature death at an earlier age, although we never talked about it or knew about it until much later. That is what makes how Jay subsequently lived his life a story so special to be told. He not only overcame severe
losses and ordeals of his own but always modeled a commitment to being a good person that showed a lot of us about who he was and set a good example for us younger, fatherless, adolescents.
I thank you Jay for your quiet guidance and positive influence during my high school years.