John Wolin

I never met nor knew of him until after his passing, but it seems obvious that he was tall enough and perhaps taller than many. Anyone who takes others under their wings to either mentor or to shelter becomes colossal. It sounds as though there was a great place to learn and to be -under his wings. May God bless and be the wind beneath yours. Sincerely, John "Gusty" Gustafson of Houston, Texas

writer paul heidelberg now in central texas near where wolin drew his last breath.

i sure as hell would never forget john....
when someone came into the newsroom at the sun-sentinel where i worked after the herald, and yelled hey john...at me thinking i was wolin i told john this later and he replied..

you were sitting down, right

he encouraged my writing always...

john was a hell of an editor, writer...see his tropic piece about what he went through and his...

I should have posted this long ago, and I know John probably would have kicked my butt for being so late, but I couldn't bring it upon myself to say goodbye.

Flash back to the late '70s, when a young punk is about to graduate from college but the newspaper where he is stringing doesn't want to hire him. For some bizarre reason, John Wolin sees something in that punk and goes to bat. "The publisher wants to see you. And you better start wearing a tie to work."

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I remember Johnny as this crazy, bizarre friend of my older sister.
I remember he was larger that life---even then---I knew of his success-- both professionally, and personally. Having read all the entries of this guest book, it appears he never changed. My deepest condolences to his wife, daughter, and extended family.....He's rockin with the flock as I type..... Praise God!

Only yesterday did I receive a letter in the mail from Glenda telling of John's untimely death. I sat at the kitchen table and cried. Not because John is now in heaven, pain free, laughing, jumping, and yes, probably playing in a pick-up football game--but for my great personal loss. I met John in his college years, and we were involved in Campus Crusade for Christ. We would often sit in the "little house" behind Roger Baby's and Dorothy's house and laugh, cry, argue, tell stories and fight...

Glenda, Lindsay, Tatita, Uncle Roger, Melissa, and Greg:
Many days have passed and my heart is still breaking... wanting to hold each of you in my arms like Johnny held me during my deepest time of sorrow.
My moments with Johnny were those of remarkable extremes, from intelligence to opinions to pain to love to sorrow to humor and back around again. His compassion and support continues to be an inspiration for me.
I can see Johnny and his Aunt 'Lasal' having great...

I never knew John Wolin. I live in Canada and the only Herald columnist I've read is Dave Barry. But yesterday the Globe and Mail ran Curtis Morgan's obituary and printed an exquisite photo of John and his daughter. These, along with a piece John wrote in 1991, made me weep and wish that I had known about this remarkable man before now. But now that I do know about him I will learn more and use his life as a constant reminder of what courage really means.
Thank you John for your...

Glenda and Lindsay,
There are so many wonderful memories from The Herald years. Re-reading John’s Tropic piece from ’91 made me think back to visiting Chez Wolin with Margaret the day that story was published. Such an amazing stream of phone calls that day from well-wishers, many of them complete strangers, who were so touched by John’s story they just had to reach out to him. What a powerful testimony to John’s ability to connect with people.

(By the way, and forgive...

Glenda, Lindsay, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Roger, Melissa & Greg:
You have all been in my thoughts since John left us on August 30th. I pray that your longing for him will soon be replaced with complete comfort in the knowledge that John is now free of all that restricted him. I send you all peaceful and loving energy.

Dear God:
You now have John among your angels. Let those who loved him know he's soaring with the wind and loving it. Thank you for John's precious time...