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John Wolin Obituary
For a legendary Herald editor, the pain ends
BY CURTIS MORGAN [email protected]
John Wolin, an old-school journalist and inspiration to scores of Herald staffers and readers, died Monday in a Texas hospital. He was 57.
Wolin, who worked as a reporter and editor during his 21 years at the paper, was found dead in his hospital bed, where he had been recovering from two recent surgeries to straighten his spine -- the latest in a string he endured over three decades in what he called his ``war against paralysis.''
The native Miamian was born an anchondroplastic dwarf, a degenerative condition he chronicled in a memorable 1991 article for the Sunday Tropic magazine as he prepared for a risky spinal-cord operation to preserve the use of his arms.
The piece, headlined Walking Tall, drew hundreds of cards and letters. It also showcased the gifts that made Wolin a master of making other writers better, as well as his blend of sharp humor and sharper clarity.
That he did his work so passionately despite almost constant pain made Wolin all the more remarkable -- and a hero to many.
''John is one of the most unforgettable people in my whole life and career,'' said David Lawrence Jr., a former Herald publisher who is now a child-care advocate. ``I'm humbled by John Wolin. He had more fight in him maybe than any other human being I've ever known.''
During his years at The Herald, Wolin lost the use of one leg, then the other. Yet he kept coming to work, hobbling along on braces and canes at first, then getting around on an electric scooter.
The pain, combatted with a dizzying array of powerful drugs, did little to take the edge off the rapier tongue that made him a newsroom legend. He would take a gleeful jab at anybody and everybody, including the biggest bosses.
One hectic Saturday, Wolin, then an assistant city editor, fielded a call from publisher Lawrence. Wolin listened for a while before responding, ``I'm busy here. (Expletive) off.''
Had it been anybody else, the reaction might have been different. But to Wolin, Lawrence simply replied, ``That's (expletive) off, Mr. Lawrence, sir.''
When Wolin blew his stack over missed deadlines or lazy reporting, he often made himself the butt of the joke. Dave Barry, The Herald's humor columnist, has a favorite Wolin retort:
'He got really angry at a reporter and yelled into the phone: `You're not just dealing with a bald dwarf here. You're dealing with a bald, ticked-off dwarf.' ''
A Wolin edit on a story was a rite of Herald passage, an old-school experience frequently preceded by one of many Wolinisms, such as, ``Hey, come over here . . . and bring all your notes!''
When current Metro Editor Manny Garcia was covering the city of Miami in 1997 and 1998, Wolin regularly edited his work, going line-by-line, word-by-word with a tattered dictionary at his side.
CHEERED AND RIPPED
'He cheered your good graphs and ripped into your worthless ones with his trademark line, `You're killing me!' '' Garcia recalled. ``He pushed you to become better.''
For all his grumpiness, feigned or real, Wolin also was a rare softie in a business of cynics, constantly expressing his love for colleagues and for his wife of 26 years, Glenda, and his daughter Lindsay, now a junior at the University of Texas. He never sent a colleague home with anything but a good word.
''John had a way of bringing out the humanity in others,'' said reporter Jasmine Kripalani, who started as a part-time clerk under Wolin's tutelage. 'After he edited my story every Saturday, he would shake my hand. He'd say something like, `Good work, buddy.' ''
Judy Miller, The Herald's managing editor for news, said Wolin had a huge impact on the paper, particularly in mentoring young reporters.
''John was tough,'' Miller said. ``He expected the best from his reporters, but he also was one of the newsroom's most nurturing editors. For him a great day was coaching a young person through a challenging assignment.''
Added Herald Publisher Alberto Ibargüen: ``John's will was enormous and his goodwill was even greater. He had more obstacles and more pains in a week than most of us will experience in a lifetime, but you'd never know it.''
During his Herald career, Wolin edited thousands of stories in both the sports and local news sections, directing early coverage of the Florida Marlins, the Valujet crash in the Everglades and the death of Gov. Lawton Chiles.
He also edited and championed The Herald's Wish Book, a holiday series aimed at helping the poor and ill.
In 1999, he received the James K. Batten Excellence Award, one of the highest honors given to employees of Knight Ridder, The Herald's parent company.
Wolin, who started in 1979 as a reporter in Broward County, retired in 2000. The following year, he was inducted into the Hall of Fame at his high school alma mater, Coral Gables Senior.
That same year, John and Glenda, who worked as an editor in The Herald's features section, moved to a ranch they bought in Blanco, in the hills of Central Texas.
The surgeries he underwent earlier this month were to relieve the pain and problems from a serious curving of his spine, Glenda Wolin said. The operations could have led to total paralysis, she said.
`GETTING TALLER'
In characteristic style, Wolin had sent an e-mail to friends joking about one possible side benefit: ``I may be getting taller.''
Wolin had been recovering, and doctors had found some heightened nerve responses in his legs, his wife said. He passed away in his sleep, she said. The hospital plans an autopsy to determine the cause of death.
The family is still discussing plans for a memorial. His sister, Melissa Wolin, principal of Palm Springs Middle School in Miami-Dade County, said the family also is considering a writing scholarship to honor his legacy.
Wolin is also survived by his father and mother, S. Roger and Dorothy; and a brother, Gregory.
Editor leaves journalists a gift The family of John Wolin, an editor who helped train a generation of young reporters, started a scholarship in his name at Florida International University's journalism school.
BY JONNELLE MARTE
[email protected]
As an editor at The Herald, John Wolin was known for mentoring young reporters with tough love.
And although he died Aug. 30, Wolin will continue to benefit fledgling writers.
His family is starting a scholarship in his name at Florida International University's journalism school.
Wolin, who spent 21 years at The Herald, was an achondroplastic dwarf who died last month because of complications stemming from two recent operations to straighten his spine.
"People wanted to know how they could contribute, and all I could think of was to have this scholarship," said Melissa Wolin, his sister.
"He wanted to be a journalist from the moment he figured out he could write, and I can't think of anything that would be more fulfilling for John than to have a scholarship in his name."
During his time at The Herald, Wolin faced problems that went beyond those of the typical editor. He fought to preserve the use of his arms and legs in what he called his "war against paralysis."
Despite the numerous surgeries, he handled deadlines and dealt with bad reporting like a pro.
Writers considered an edit by him to be a privilege.
Not even being paralyzed in both legs stopped Wolin from coming to work. He used canes and braces and later an electric scooter.
Wolin's wife, Glenda, has worked with FIU to establish the criteria for the scholarship.
Students who want to qualify for the award will be required to submit a recommendation letter and a writing sample.
They must maintain a minimum 3.0 grade point average, and most importantly, fit John Wolin's vision of a promising student.
"This is what he stood for; he took them under his wing," said John Engen, FIU's associate vice president for development. "What better way to honor his life?"
The family chose FIU because it has a large journalism school, which means more students will benefit from the scholarship. With most of the paper work squared away, the family has one more hurdle to cross before they can hand out scholarships.
"All that is left now is to collect money," Glenda Wolin said.
Memories and Condolences
for John Wolin
76 Entries
John "Gusty" Gustafson
August 20, 2022
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
PAUL HEIDELBERG
December 5, 2006
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 daugther's remark about same....
and friend
living in spain, for two years, i only learned on john's passing in sept. 2006
HERE IS A NOTE TO JOHN...HEY IF THERE ARE TYPOS THIS PRINT IS TOO SMALL.....HAVE TO HAVE AN EXCUSE......
Hal Habib
October 1, 2004
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."
Those touching words from John were what told me the door to a career had just opened.
How do you thank a guy for that? How do you thank him for teaching you more -- every 15 minutes you were looking over his shoulders as he massaged your copy -- than some kids take from four years of college? How do you thank him for making every day you sat next to him so much damn fun, so very different from the day before?
How do you thank him for teaching you so much about life? For sharing a spirit so strong?
Our days together, especially in the Broward Bureau of The Herald, were some of my best in the business, and I suspect the same is true for many of the remarkably talented folks John led back then.
Covering the Fort Lauderdale Strikers was a huge deal for us. Problem was, their matches ended about 10 seconds before our Saturday night deadlines. So there was John, every sweaty Saturday night, pounding on the locker-room door, yelling at PR man Tim Robbie, "Tim, we're dyin' out here! We're dyin'!" The players' cooling-off period was supposed to be 10 minutes, but we always swore that John Wolin, blowtorch in hand, managed to get us in there in nine. Whether you were a PR guy or a stringer or a publisher, you didn't say no to John Wolin.
I loved John Wolin and I'll always miss him. There. I finally said it.
Sorry, John, for being so late. Go ahead and kick my butt now, my friend.
Tracy O'Neal Stewart
September 25, 2004
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!
Rory Beck
September 18, 2004
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 over some insignificant detail in a conversation. After I married, my husband, Boyd and I kept track of John loosely over the years....Christmas cards and perhaps yearly calls. John's professional success came as no surprise to us. John always did everything with his own detailed excellence and it was always flavored with his great humor and quick wit. He was one of the few friends of mine who could always outdo me on a good return, on any subject. I spoke with John prior to his final surgery and he wanted our prayers for himself, Glenda and Lindsay. I assurred him we were all praying for him. It would appear that our gracious Heavenly Father answered the greatest prayer of all and took John out of all pain, and home to be with HIM. We send all of our love, prayers, and warm, love-filled memories to Glenda, Lindsay, Roger, Dorothy, Melinda and Greg today. Our lives are richer for having known and loved John. We know that God will be a very present help in this time of adjusting to life without Johnny. With much, much love over the years and across the miles. Rory O'Neal Beck
Lisa Nelson
September 13, 2004
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 discussions in heaven and probably playing word games with God.
The day of Johnny's passing, Conchita called and told me of our tremendous loss. I was sick with emotion, literally and went into the bathroom. I heard Johnny's voice, clear as if he were sitting there on the floor, say "pobresita Lisa...take care of yourself..." and I knew he was consoling me and bossing me around even from heaven. A sense of peace flowed through me after that.
My prayer is that the memories of Johnny will bring comfort and laughter to all who miss him during this sad time. Our lives are much richer because of Johnny's presence.
Love, Lisa Nico
Heather MacAndrew
September 10, 2004
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 example.
Heather MacAndrew, Victoria, B.C.
mike o'malley
September 9, 2004
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 the aside, but what the heck was The Herald thinking when it got rid of Tropic?)
Back to the point. There are so many classic Wolin stories. Sure, John was the king of tough love with young reporters, but as so many others have related, he was always there to dust off the wounded.
A few favorite memories:
There was the mid-week day both of us were in the office early, and a young reporter waltzed into the newsroom before going out to Dolphins camp as the backup to the regular beat writer. The young guy was wearing shorts. Really short shorts.
“Where are you going?” John said, knowing the answer.
“Out to Dolphins camp,” came the reply.
John paused, surveyed the extremely short shorts with a grimace and responded, “Not with shorts hiked up to your [very, VERY private part of the anatomy], you’re not!”
(By the by, the reporter went home and changed, and last I heard he’s still around. He’s just not quite so young anymore.)
Then there was the part-timer working high schools from Palm Beach, Alan Beaudoin (forgive me if I’ve butchered the spelling). As I recall, he was leaving the paper to go back to school. Wrapping up a phone conversation I said, "Well, Mr. Beaudoin, best of luck to you." (Pronouncing it Buh-DOYNE, as all the editors had ever since he had started working with us.)
There was a bit of a pause on the other end, and Alan came back with a somewhat timid, "Actually, Mike, it's BOW-dwun."
"Alan," I said, "you mean we've been mis-pronouncing your name
all this time and you never said anything?"
"It's OK," he said. "I didn't want to make John mad."
Last, there was a high school playoff season, and John sent a part-timer upstate to cover a game between a local team and a team far out of our circulation area. The game ends, the reporter files, and John is nearly speechless upon realizing the story has been written almost entirely from the perspective of the out-of-town team. John labors with the writer to create a passable story, and after meeting the deadline demands to know what the guy was thinking with the original approach. He could only laugh later when the guy replied,
“I was just trying to set up my big finish.”
John Wolin and his memory will be with us forever.
Love from Mike, Margaret, Tyler and Bailey O’Malley
Eva Conchita Ramos
September 9, 2004
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 here on Earth. We miss him and will love him for always. Amen.
Dearest John:
I thought I saw you in the sky the other day, amid the rays of God's grace. So bright were the beams shooting up from behind the clouds. There's likely a picture of you in the photo book of clouds I gave you. Thank you, Johnny, for your love and safety during the darkest time of my life, for holding my hand until I could see clearly again. Now, the darkenss has returned, but even in my tears, I know it's not here to stay. You would want light, and in God's grace, you will bring light and will shine forever. With endless love and reverence for all you showed me, Conchita
Jeff Kindschuh
September 9, 2004
There was that time in 1968. Spring break, I think. Johnny, you came up to Houston with two college buddies in a '64 station wagon, loaded down and headed for Mexico. Phil, Blas and I were living with Papa Pancho and Mama Conchita over on Winwood when you three stopped over after driving straight through from Florida.
We had that touch football game, nearly wrecked the motorcycles, did various feats of strength and you all left the next morning early using some sort of mental map of Mexico that Papa Pancho had impressed on you the night before.
I envied you, admired you and loved you for your adventure, your spirit and courage. You were the man.
And I followed your path ten years later when I was 21 and with our grandparents legacy as my guide and all the land below the Rio Grande waiting for me, I followed you.
Thanks for being my hero. Thanks for showing me the way.
Jeff
Max Roberts
September 8, 2004
My heart is heavy. During the 18 years John and I worked together at The Herald, seeing him or talking with him never failed to lift my spirits and remind me how lucky we were to be in the newsroom of a great paper.
John stood up to the type of pain that most of us will never know. He did it with style and grace while constantly helping others. John is the only person who could combine extreme pain and extreme pain medicine and come up with clear thought day after day. His handkerchief kept away the beads of sweat while he patiently helped every story and every reporter.
His love for family and home was strong. He talked with poetic fervor about the power of a Sawzall, a saw that's scary except in the hands of a really strong person. My favorite memory of John is seeing the pride on his face as I looked at a picture of him on the floor holding Lindsey horizontally above his head. Glenda and Lindsey, his love for you was boundless.
LeAnn Wilcox Plutnicki
September 7, 2004
I worked just under two years with John on the sports copy desk of the Herald. It seems as if it was so much longer than that (and i mean that in the nicest way!).
I have so many Wolinisms and fond memories of John, though many of the copy-desk stories involving him cannot be repeated in this family newspaper.
Not too long ago, John wrote an e-mail to me: "i love you all. you and plutco will always be cherished friends, thus your children are already close to my heart."
Plutco is Ken Plutnicki, another Herald alumnus. We married and have three children and I so wish my children had the chance to meet John. They would have loved him. Ken and I will make sure they know of John, about his love of Glenda and Lindsey, his passion for his job and the undying sense of pride and loyalty he had for his family, friends and co-workers.
I probably should not share this here, but what follows is an excerpt from another Wolin message that arrived shortly after we resumed talking to each other through e-mail. He was somewhat sensitive about my criticism of his single-paragraph e-mail style and my wondering why he moved from Miami to Blanco:
"After not seeing or speaking with me in so very many years, after me carrying you on my back professonally, bringing you home (and buying you supper) those many years ago when you broke your arm, the first thing you do is yell at me about my e-mail style, then worry i had run off and dumped my wife, when i am neither capable of running, nor dumping ... i find it hard to find the words to adaquately describe my pain, though it is wonderful to hear from you."
Now that's Wolin, isn't it?
He's in my heart forever.
I love you, too, John.
LeAnn Wilcox
Al Tays
September 7, 2004
Where to begin? With the funniest man I've ever known? With the kindest, most considerate? With the best editor?
Two quick stories:
Story 1: At the Herald, John used to be in charge of sending the stringers out to cover high school football games. These kids -- high school and college age, mostly -- wanted to make a good impression, so their natural inclination was to do as much "writing" as they could in their game stories. Unfortunately, all this produced was terrible, cliche-riddled, sometimes unintelligible copy.
To try to prevent this, John sent them out with two pieces of advice: "Don't hurt me," and "Just be average." It's advice that those of us who were lucky enough to have worked with John still pass along to eager young people in the business.
Story 2: I have an award plaque from the Associated Press Sports Editors (APSE) that reads "First Place, Best Enterprise Editing, Circulation More Than 175,000" Although it contains my name, the Herald's name and the official APSE seal, it isn't real. APSE does not have an awards category for editors.
John had this plaque made for me. I have no idea how he did it, but I know why. I had edited some story or project that had won a Herald writer an APSE award, and John felt it was unfair that I was not recognized for my contribution. It was an amazingly thoughtful gesture on his part.
I have it displayed with a few other awards I've won since then. Whenever someone has asked me about them, I have explained that this one is not "real." I'll never say that again. Losing John made me realize that the award he gave me is more "real" than all the rest put together. Just to know that John Wolin admired something I did is such an honor, it's almost incomprehensible.
I'll miss John, certainly, but he'll always be with me. I'll be telling John Wolin stories until the day I die.
HUDSON RAY
September 7, 2004
"Li`l John" was what I called him in the locker room after those memorable Fort Lauderdale Strikers games back in the late 70`s and Johns come back was always delivered with characteristic wit and edge;"Not too little to whup your Limey butt Hudson".....
John Wolin was indeed a special soul,a personality that radiated from his small frame and warmed anyone who was fortunate to be engaged by it.One of the singular most nice humans and a respected,insightful and probing sports journalist,Lil John brightened our lives and I`ll never forget him and will remember him as one of the most endearing lads I`ve ever known.
Bennie Ledue Kapplow
September 7, 2004
My sincerest condolences to the entire family of Johnny.I didn't know the grumpy,hardworking editor. Instead, I knew the mischievous, fun-loving high school teenager who took me to see the Beatles in Miami Beach in 1964. High school for us was a carefree time. A time where our interests were constantly evolving but our friendships were constant.
Johnny and I had too little contact in our adult lives, but I will never forget the compassion he extended to me when I moved back to Florida and after the unexpected death of my sister, Vicki.
Johnny, my mom, and sister Vicki are busy renewing a friendship that began in the sixties and will span eternity.
J B
September 7, 2004
To Lindsay and Glenda - so sorry for your loss. May God be with you in your time of sorrow.
Dorothy Isbell
September 5, 2004
Johnny..I will never forget the day you and Bob instigated the "tipping of the chairs" at exactly 11a.m. I was your fifth grade teacher and I
had left West Lab that day to become principal of Pinecrest Elementary. It was not exactly a quiet protest. I loved you, Johnny, and was and am so proud of your success which I had followed over the years. The Miami Herald is still the BEST paper. I hope someday to meet Glenda and your daughter. They will need to lean hard on the Lord for there was only one John Wolin. Dorothy Isbell
Blas Gibler
September 5, 2004
Uncle Roger, Tía Tatita, Greg, Melissa, Glenda, Lindsay.
My words can't express what I really feel, so I'll send the words ahead and hope you sense my feelings.
Parting is such a sad event, yet it brings back all the memories that are never as vivid as when a loved one leaves us.
My deepest wish for acceptance and fond memories, go to all of you.
...and to you, John, (I know you are reading this...) save us a seat near the 50-yard line. I'm sure you are now watching
the Big Game from a different perspective.
Your cousin, Blas II
Nicholas Gibler
September 3, 2004
My dearest dears:
What sad news!
The aftermath of the operations must have been too much for his frail body.
Maybe the pain was too great to endure.
But he now watches over his wife and daughter
without earthly constraints, without the suffering and pain.
May God bless John's family and console them.
My heart goes out to Glenda, Lindsey, my Tia Tatita, Tio Roger, Melissa and Greg.
Oh! What can I say? Only that I love you; that I also weep with you.
But also smile, he said he'd be getting taller.
Well, that's precisely what he did.
Now he is tall, tall, tall, ¡Tan alto que llegó al cielo!
(Not that he wasn't big before; he always was in my eyes: my Big Cousin...)
With deepest affection,
Nick
Cherie Henderson
September 3, 2004
John stood out for his stature, of course, but also for his pure emotion. He couldn't hide his pain, but he never hid his feelings, either. He would growl about a reporter's sputtered excuses and five minutes later tear up about how much he loved his little girl.
He and Glenda gave me my first home in Florida, when I arrived fresh out of the University of Texas for a Miami Herald internship. Away from home for the holidays for the first time, I was welcomed into the family's celebration. I moved on to a place of my own, but for the rest of my decade at the newspaper, I always had a friend to give me a "Hey, buddy."
My thoughts are with your family.
Mark Berney
September 3, 2004
I was so young when we lived in Kansas, but I remember my dads friend John and some of the moments of their friendship. He was a fireball! So much energy and laughter. My most clearest memory is of his challenges to my father in pushups. He would always win, and he loved rubbing it in. He truly was a unique man and will be missed. My deepest sympathys to you all. Mark Berney
Margarita Gibler Gonzalez
September 3, 2004
Mi Querido Primo Juan,
I have the fondest memories of you when we were kids. It was always such an event when you guys came from Miami to visit us in Mexico. I remember one of the games we used to play, which you would always lead, since you were “El Primo Grande”. The game was called “El Tren”. I also remember those hundreds of push-up’s or “lagartijas” which our Tlazalita’s Raúl Ramos mentions in his heartfelt eulogy.
You have touched so many lives, Querido Juan. Some of us have been blessed to have been part of the family, others by having worked with you, or having been graced by your friendship… still others never met you personally, but their lives have been made better thanks to your beautiful gift of writing, which you SHARED.
You, who shared names with another John, -The Baptist- indeed proclaimed with him: “Prepare ye the way of the Lord”…not only through your words, but through your brave actions, throughout your entire life.
One of the most vivid memories I have of you is from Guadalajara, at that unforgettable Golden-Silver-Silver Wedding Anniversary for our grandparents, Mamá Conchita and Papá Pancho, and your parents, Roger and Dorothy, and my parents, Blas and Lita. You led the whole family,(young and old, babies, teenagers, young moms and dads, tías, abuelitos) in this beautiful song, in the manner of a round. I can close my eyes and still hear it:
“Love, love, love, love.
The gospel in a word is love.
Love your neighbor as your brother,
Love, love, love.”
Our hearts go out to your lovely wife, Glenda, and your darling daughter, Lindsay; to our beloved Tía Dorothy,-¡Tatita!- and Unca Roger; to our dear, dear Melissa, la Citlali de Tio Blas, and to our sweet Güerito Greg.
May all of us who feel your loss find comfort in knowing that you suffer no more.
(I betcha you’re already gathering everyone up there, and after a game of “El Tren”, where everybody’s laughing and scurrying to each other’s places, I hear them echo in an endless round: “Love your neighbor as your brother, love, love love…” )
Tu prima que te quiere y nunca te olvidará
Bill Grueskin
September 3, 2004
When I was at the Herald, in the '80s and '90s, there were always plenty of stories about journalistic derring-do: the reporter who covered Hurricane Andrew in Homestead while chunks of a motel roof were collapsing in his room, or the photographer who found himself surrounded during the Super Bowl riots, pelted by rocks and bottles.
But for pure day-in, day-out courage, no one could come close to John Wolin. He braved excruciating pain, uncertain diagnoses, and grueling assignments, simply so he could do the work he loved every day.
And what an editor he was. On the organizational chart, he worked “for” me for several years, but truth is, managers worked with John, not over him. His editing was so sharp, his instincts so sure that it wasn't always clear who was the boss.
And at the end of the day, he knew what was really important. One image will remain with me forever: After a particularly difficult day for John -- extreme pain, ineffective medications and a slew stories that had to be translated from pure gibberish, he was clearly suffering. I tried to offer a bit of sympathy, but he responded simply by pointing to a picture of Glenda and Lindsay and saying, Gehrig-like, "Grueskin, I am one lucky guy."
He was, but more to the point, so were we, for having the opportunity to work alongside such a talented editor and such a courageous and passionate man.
Ed and Chyral Berney
September 3, 2004
Glenda and Lindsey
Our Heartfelt sympathy to you and Lindsey.We became friends with John when he started his career with the Daily Union in Junction City, Kansas.
We worked, played, competed and challenged one another on a daily basis for several years. Such a great time with so many wonderful memories.I feel blessed to have known John. He will be missed...
He was my Hero
Ed Berney
Whitefish , Montana
john grey montgomery
September 2, 2004
glenda
i was so sorry to hear of john's death.
his parents and mine were great friends.
my condolences to roger and dorothy as well.
john started his career here at the daily union in junction city, kansas.
we kept in touch over the years.
he will be missed.
regards, john montgomery
Sherry Johnson
September 2, 2004
Glenda and Lindsay,
My deepest sympathy to you in your loss. Working with John will always be one of the fondest memories of my time at The Miami Herald. I learned a lot from John the remarkable journalist, even more from John the remarkable human being.
Sandra Quesenberry
September 2, 2004
Damn. I have edited this thing at least six times and know that the red pen of Wolin would attack it with fury!
Glenda and Lindsay (whom I haven't seen since she was in arms), my deepest sympathy for your loss. Even for those of us who knew John for a short period of time, knew his spirit and his love for his craft and most of all his family.
As a part of the wedding party, I still remember the poolside celebration and how happy I was that the two of you had found each other, individual spirits teaming together based on an inner kindness. I am happy to have been your friend.
Remember the time when I went back to college and my sociology professor gave us the assisgnment to interview someone "different" -- someone unlike myself (white, Anglo, etc.) and then write a paper. Of all the people in the whole world that I could have chosen, I chose John. He was gracious and kind until the very end when he said, "You remind me of Barbara Walters only better looking." I didn't know whether that was a compliment or not until years later.
God's speed to you Glenda, Lindsay and his family members that remain and here's hoping that John is still as grumpy as always, continuing to sharpen that razor tongue, but keeping our hearts warm as we remember him.
Love,
William Ledue
September 2, 2004
Johnny was one of my favorite members of the Coral Gables High School Band, and I was most proud to present him at his induction into the Coral Gables High School Hall of Fame. Here is one of my favorite writings about Death. A priest friend sent it to me when my wife died recently and I treasure it immensely. It was written by Henry Scott Holland, a formner canon of St. Paul's Cathedral in London who died in 1911.
"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without affect, without the trace of a shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well."
Goodbye Johnny. "Uncle Willie"
Mike Tierney
September 2, 2004
John and I were covering the Florida high school track meet for our respective newspapers the night sprinter Houston McTear set a world record in the 100. McTear was a painfully shy kid who'd had little exposure outside his small town, and the media terrified him. All except John, whose small size and big smile made him unthreatening to McTear. Desperate to pursue this astonishing story, I found out after the meet that John was enroute to the hotel occupied by McTear and his few teammates and coach. I asked John if I could tag along and, to my surprise, he approved. That late night, with John on the hotel room floor talking to McTear as he and his buds wolfed down a bucket of greasy KFC, remains one of the most vivid memories of my 31 years in the business -- all thanks to John.
Alan Howard
September 2, 2004
From all I have read above and in the newspaper, I can only assume that John is now busy editing the copy on all of these remembrances. I didn't know John as an Editor or Writer but as a college friend and fellow believer in Jesus Christ. From what I did know of him, it comes as no surprise to me that he had such a sucessful career along with the love and admiration of all who knew him. He was truly a giant of a man in all respects, God just packaged him as He did to catch us off guard.
Johnny had an ease about sharing his faith in Jesus. With his dry wit and soft heart he shared his love for the Lord reaching people that others could not or would not. As my brother mentioned above, Johnny would MC and speak when my brother and I would sing at rallys and coffee shop ministries. Our part was easy, we sang the words as written while Johnny spoke from the heart. Before the night was over he would have them laughing and crying while we filled in as background music. But he would always challenge them with the simple message of faith alone in Christ alone to be born again and at peace with God.
I know that even then his struggle and pain was far greater than we ever had a clue. He seldom let on. While we are all diminished by his passing, I am thankful Johnny is now in a place of no more pain and at peace with the Lord.
To all the family I offer my heartfelt condolences on your loss. Roger and Dorothy, I can't think of Johnny without remembering how gracious and kind you always were to me. Thank you for that and may God bless you.
Danny Nelson
September 2, 2004
How lucky we all are to have known John Wolin. I am proud to call him my cousin and my friend. This world was a better place with John in it. My heart goes out to Glenda, Lindsay, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Roger, Melissa, Greg, and everyone who grieves for the loss of this fine human being. God bless John Wolin!
Gretchen Schmidt
September 2, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsay,
What sad, sad news.
The headline on the jump page said "Grumpy, inspiring editor..." Kudos to that headline writer. John had every reason in the world to be grumpy. Of course, it was grumpy with a heart of gold. He managed to convert that, astonishingly, into inspiring. And how proud, and devoted, he was to his family.
He is greatly missed. Our heartfelt condolences you both of you and the rest of the family.
Gretchen and Katie
Lyra Katena Solochek
September 1, 2004
Glenda and Lindsay,
My deepest sympathies to you and your family. I'm honored to have worked with a person who was so passionate about life. His honesty and commitment to journalism were refreshing and inspirational. Despite all of his personal struggles, he still had room to guide and encourage others. He will be missed.
Linda Silber
September 1, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsay, We send our deepest sympathy to you, we were so sad to see that John had died. We so enjoyed the time we spent with you and will always remember John's great spirit. Love, Linda, Norman, and Michael Silber
ben doying
September 1, 2004
I would like to offer my deepest condolences to the entire wolin family. My thoughts are with you all at this time of sorrow. with all my love,
John Bell
September 1, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsay-- I had the priviledge of working and rooming with John in the mid 1970s. As reporters with the old Fort Lauderdale News, and both bachelors at the time, we shared some interesting adventures while trying to build a career in journalism as well as our lives outside the newsroom. Of the many stories I could tell about John, one in particular showed John's compassion for his fellow man and his bulldog tenacity in getting the story. Jack Lambert, the fierce middle linebacker for the Pittsburgh Steelers, had just suffered a broken leg and was wheeled into the locker room where he layed on a trainer's table awaiting x-rays. Not an easy interview on his best day, Lambert by his own admission, was ready to bite someone's head off. So in walks John, and not only did he console the bruised and battered Lambert but got a great interview. Lambert, who was so taken with John's approach,showed up at our apartment a few week later and treated us to dinner. That John managed to bring down the Steel Curtain and get the interview was no surprise to me. He was a charming man and a skilled professional. The kindest human being I've ever known.
His passing is a loss to us all.
Raul Ramos
September 1, 2004
Dear Glenda, Lindsay, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Roger, Greg, and Melissa,
Our family's love and prayers are pouring out to you at this time. Johnny was a dear and special man with a beautiful loving heart. I am happy to say that after his move to Texas that I communicated several times with John in person, by phone and by e-mail and felt a true bond. He was extremely supportive during our Mother's illness and passing in 2002. Inspite of John's constant pain and discomfort he was a "rock of support" for me and my siblings throughout that ordeal. When I had some personal/professional work issues later that same year, he was there for me. And early this year when I was recovering from a surgical proceedure, he was one of the first ones to call to make sure I was O.K.. He never ceased to amaze me with his love, care and interest in other people, especially his family and extended family. As many of his cousins, I grew up in awe of him. He was without a doubt, the strongest person I have ever known. I remember playing touch football in the street in front of our grandparents' home in Soutwest Houston and for fun he would do one arm push-ups with a cousin or two on his back! My cousin Jeff Kindshuch and I were talking about him yesterday and recalled a time that he bet us he could do 100 push-ups in a minute. We were doubtful, but then witnessed that exact feat, right there in the street!! John was a man who could do anything that he set his mind to, and do it better than the next fellow. I was one of many who were inpspired by his courage and strength of mind and body and the way he lived his life. He was always in our nightly prayers as children and I remember how much our mother Tlazal loved him. At her memorial tribute in July of 2002, John eulogized his Aunt 'Lasal with such tenderness and depth of emotion. We will never forget his words of passion and personal grief. He leaves us with wonderful memories that will be with us forever. He was a much loved and respected person, and if you were one of the fortunate people to have been loved by John Wolin, your life was changed for the better and your heart, though now boken by his loss is forever full. There was never anybody like John Wolin and we will never know his like again. My cousin Johnny will always live deep inside my heart and soul. I love you all dearly, Your nephew and cousin, RAUL RAMOS XO
Mary Ann Lowe
September 1, 2004
Glenda & Lindsay,
I am so sorry for your loss. Jeff and I enjoyed some wonderful times with you and John and he will be dearly missed. He was a very special, inspirational man.
Mary Ann
Ronnie Harris
September 1, 2004
Glenda and Lindsey;
My deepest sympathy to you both as well as the rest of your family. I loved working with both you and John in my time at the Herald. I worked with John on Neighbors and sports, It seems so long ago now. My time with you on TV book when all we talked about was our wonderful daughters. My thoughts and respect are with you both. Ronnie
Dee Kilgore
September 1, 2004
Glenda and Lindsay, My Deepest Sympathy goes to you both and the family. I also retired from the Herald in 2000. But i did have the pleasure to work w/John many years ago, And working w/you on the TV section. My Prayes are w/you.
Kathleen Kernicky
September 1, 2004
Glenda, Lindsay,
We are deeply saddened to hear about John.
His courage and kindness when I worked for him in Neighbors many years ago has never been forgotten.
Neither will he.
Kathleen & Roger Kernicky
Terry Sheridan
September 1, 2004
I knew John as an editor and, later, as one of my closest friends. In his inimitable style as the editor, he once told me, "Sheridan, you couldn't clear your throat in 10 inches."
As one of my most trusted friends, he told me that we touched each other's souls.
So, John, my mentor and pal, here's my throat-clearing in just one sentence: You will live forever in my heart and soul.
Felicia Gressette
September 1, 2004
John was a dear, wonderful, funny, smart, self-aware giant of a human being. His was a life filled with courage and celebration of what it is to be truly alive. May his soul rest in peace, and may his family find strength in knowing how widely and deeply he was admired and loved. I'm proud to count myself among his fans and friends.
Mary Jane Ross
September 1, 2004
In memory of my beloved nephew John Wolin, I dedicate the words of this beautiful song "This I find is Beautiful" by Engelbert Humperdink to his dear family and all who knew and loved this remarkable giant of a man.
John will live forever in our hearts for love never dies.
Aunt Mary Jane
I believe that every thought
that anyone has ever thought somehow lingers in the air
and then in time it lights somewhere.
And this thought will live again in someone's heart, in someone's mind.
And this I find is beautiful and this I find is beautiful.
I believe no star is lost
though it may tumble from the sky,
and I believe no tear is lost when it runs down from your eye.
Though Man returns to earth
the dreams he dreamed will never die and this I find is beautiful and this I find is beautiful.
All the love I give to you,
these words of love I say to you will live through sun and snow and rain for a thousand years they'll still remain to touch someone somewhere,
'cause I believe that every thoght that anyone has ever thought some how lingers in the air.
This I find is beautiful
And this I find is beautiful.
Rebecca Trois
September 1, 2004
THE TALLEST MAN
IN HEAVEN
Goodbye for now Johnny
My Hero, My Friend
Just for a while,
'Till we see you again.
The Light which shown forth
From your Soul since your Birth,
Many times saved my Life,
My Heart and my Worth.
You've been my Great Teacher
My Angel,
My Friend.
I Thank You My Johnny
For All that you've been.
Now the Light from Your Soul
Shines Brighter still,
God's Champion
Brought Home
As it was
His Will.
The body you walked in
Has now set you free,
Releasing the Giant
With his own Angel wings.
Now Soar with the Angels across
Heaven's Vast Sky
Soar with great freedom
And watch us not cry.
Good bye for now Johnny,
Our Hero,
Our Friend...
Just for a while 'Till
We
See
You
again!
Your Cousin who will love you 'till the end of time!
Rebecca
(Feel my heart reach out to you now my Dearest Uncle Roger, Aunt Dorothy, Greg, Melissa, Glenda and Lindsay,
I love all of you so very much,
Richard Howard
August 31, 2004
I knew Johnny briefly form 1969-1970. We met at a Christian Youth group. My brother and I went to a 5 week Bible school in California along with Johnny in the summer of 1969. On weekends we were sent to various places to share the gospel with others. I remember Johnny sharing his faith in Christ with the same personality described in this guest book. Back home, my brother and I would sing on weekends at a Christian coffee house in Ft. Lauderdale. Johnny would act as the M C and would talk to the audiance between songs and would tell them about the Lord and what He meant in his life. I lost track of Johnny some time after that, but I know I will see him again. I know that Johnny was saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ. I heard it from his own lips. To the Wolin family I am sorry for your loss.
Jane Scott
August 31, 2004
Rest in Peace good and faithful servant. I didn't know you personally, but only through the love and admiration of your colleagues and their telling of your story. A great story.
Angel Castillo, Jr.
August 31, 2004
Coral Gables, Florida, Tuesday, 31 August 2004
We were all surprised and saddened by the news that John had died. I had the privilege of interacting with him in two capacities -- as a co-worker at The Miami Herald in the late 1980s, and as a fellow father (we were the same age) whose two daughters, Lindsay and Arielle, went to school together and spent nights at each other's houses and remained good friends over the years. John excelled in both categories. And, contrary to what others remember about him, he was always courteous, warm, and helpful to me in all my dealings with him in the hectic Herald newsroom. He was indeed a unique human -- and humane -- being, and he will be missed. May he finally rest in peace.
On behalf of Arielle, Angelito, Stormie, and myself, our sincerest condolences to Lindsay, Glenda, and John's entire family.
Angel Castillo, Jr.
1530 San Rafael Avenue
Coral Gables, FL 33134
[email protected]
Jim and Sherry Savage
August 31, 2004
Reading of John Wolin’s death today was like turning the last page of a favorite novel. The hero has fought all the good fights, overcoming impossible odds with courage and a special grace.
And when the story ends, this is what we remember: John Wolin was a beautiful person.
Mandalit del Barco
August 31, 2004
John Wolin was my first editor at The Miami Herald, my first job out of grad school, and I will never forget him. Sending me out on assignment to cover a breaking news story about a young man who was killed, he sat me down to say, "so, kid, this is gonna be tough. But you can do it..." He was gruff, he was tough, but he had so much heart. "I'm the meanest dwarf you're ever gonna meet," he would say jokingly, with a macho bravado that hid his sensitive soul. Wolin helped shape me into the journalist I am today. He was a great mentor and editor, and a wonderful, wonderful man. My thoughts are with the family today.
Yetta and Ah Tua Teo
August 31, 2004
Our hearts are saddened but richer for knowing John. John stands tall among men. He was an inspiration with certain defined John Wolin qualities revealing his insight, gifts, determination and humor.
You will be missed, friend.
To Glenda and Lindsay - our thoughts are with you.
Bill Gato
August 31, 2004
I was a college intern at Business Monday in 1990, and would often sit at the Sports section, where John was an editor. I'll never forget how powerful his presence was. The man was like Self-Esteem personified. He was very kind to me, even though he barely knew me. I'm saddened by his passing. He had an unforgettable fire.
Rayah Lynch
August 31, 2004
My condolences to the Wolin family. God Bless. You're in our prayers and thoughts. John was wonderful and admirable person. He will be missed. From Mr. and Mrs. Edward and Rayah Lynch
Celina Miller
August 31, 2004
To The Wolin Family:
We send our sincerest condolensces in this time of loss & sadness... may your hearts be filled with wonderful memories of love.
Fondly,
Mr. & Mrs. Kevin D. Miller
(friends of Mrs. Rayah Lynch)
Joann Biondi
August 31, 2004
A warm, kind, deeply generous man, John Wolin was an inspiration and a role model for what it means to be human.
Allison Klein
August 31, 2004
John was one of the sweetest, toughest, funniest people I know. He guided me through some of my first stories as a reporter. Editing with John was never fast or easy. Even getting through an eight inch story with him was an intense experience. He would re-write a sentence, then look over at me with his wide eyes to make sure I was learning something from his changes. And he would always stop in the middle to see if I was doing OK and ask if I wanted a stick of gum. He was a master with longer stories and always knew how to make them better. But more importantly, John cared about each one of us as individuals. He became my friend and I will miss him immensely.
Bill Graves
August 31, 2004
Dear Wolin family,
You have no idea how sad it has made me to have heard of John's passing. I
first met John when we were at West Lab Elementary. We went to Ponce De Leon
for Jr. High school and he played French horn next to me in the band. When we
move to Coral Gables H.S., we had little contact because we had diffent
classes but we did run into each other in the halls. John was not only one of
my best friends but, this may sound funny, I always looked up to him. Even in
elementary school, John was as smart as a whip and we had many interesting
conversation. I was always interested in science and could discuss science
with him where most of the other students were little interested in such
things. When playing in the band, he was a great French horn player and it
never bothered me that he was a chair or two in front as he deseved it.
Another thing that always amazed me about him was how strong he was in Phys.
Ed. Made me feel like a real piker.
Please know that you are not alone in your loss. My own grief on hearing of
John's passing is great but I can also tell you that having known him my own
life has been greatly enriched.
May the Lord be with you in this time of loss and also know that you are not
alone.
Bill Graves
29401 Maine Rd.
Leisure City, FL-33033
305-248-6266
wrgraves2@n etzero.net
Dennis Copeland
August 31, 2004
John was a good friend and I miss working with him. He had more commitment and drive than most editors in the business. He was patient with young reporters, very decisive and not afraid to tell you exactly what he was thinking. God's speed my friend.
Daniel Duncan
August 31, 2004
John was one of my competitors when I was a reporter with the Hollywood Sun-Tattler in 1981. I enjoyed the friendly rivalry because he made me work harder. Although my life and career took me away from South Florida, John's by-line was one I always looked for when I picked up a Herald. He truly was a giant and I haven't and won't forget him.
Alana Rodriguez
August 31, 2004
John always yelled at me when I called him "Mr. Wolin," insisting that I call him by his first name. He treated us (Lindsay's friends) like family, extending his warm heart and home for us to enjoy. Always animated, John would actively engage me in conversation each time I visited, and would undoubtedly have me laughing and joking with him before I left. He has a wonderful soul and will be missed by many.
Carissa Doying
August 31, 2004
Johnny, my cousin, my hero,
We Doyings will always remember rag tag football games, Thanksgivings, Bathtub haircuts, chocolate cake and lots and lots of laughter around the kitchen table. I continue to hold you in my heart.
Connie Coyne
August 31, 2004
Even decades after knowing and workng with both John and his wife Glenda, I will never know how God packed so much love, wit, courage and talent into a compact body like John's.
My love to Glenda — and assurances that John lives on in my heart, and hundreds of others.
Tim Smart
August 31, 2004
John was a tough editor and brave soul whose presence in the Miami Herald newsrooms made each day better for his colleagues. I am glad I had the chance to work with him lo those many years ago. My heart goes out to his family. We will all miss his presence.
Cathy Grossman
August 31, 2004
My heart goes out to Glenda and all who knew and worked with John as I did years ago. He was one of the great people who made a great newspaper.
C. Thompson
August 31, 2004
Reporter who read the Herald story about Wolin: "Wish I had known Wolin."
Editor (me) who sent it to her: "Me too."
Rick Jervis
August 31, 2004
John one was one of the toughest, harshest, most demanding, sweetest, thoughtful, bravest men I ever met. He nurtured me through my very early years in journalism, yanked my collar when I slacked, and instilled a deep love for writing and journalism. He was one of the very best, professionally and personally. He'll always keep a huge place in my heart.
Susan Smith
August 31, 2004
Our deepest sympathy to John Wolin's family from St. Thomas University's Alumni Office. John graduated from Biscayne College (now St. Thomas) in 1971.
James McGhee II
August 31, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsay - On behalf of the Alexander School, and myself, please accept our condolences for your loss. I feel honored to have known your family. Lindsay, all your teachers remember your brilliance and your gentle disposition. We all feel you have so much to share with the world. Glenda, I hope you do start that writer's scholarship. It would be a fitting tribute to John. His life was a real "profile in courage" and intergrity. Sincerely, James McGhee II
Dave Waskin
August 31, 2004
I'd like to offer my condolences to John Wolin's family and friends. As a copy-editing intern, I worked with John and Glenda Wolin in the summer of 1995 and remember both for their professionalism and kindness.
Melanie Carslon
August 31, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsey,
Words can never express the positive influence John had on everyone he met. I still use his model of how to teach children about differences. He was a testament to this world that we can all rise above adversity. My thoughts are with you in this time of grief.
Phillip G. Secada
August 31, 2004
I would like to express my sadness and grief at the loss of former Miami Herald Neighbors Northwest Editor John Wolin. Like in the song "Big Bad John", "Little Good John" was a pillar of a man, using his pen to stand up for what was right. He was among the first from the Miami Herald to actually accept my letters to the editor over 15 years ago. Please make sure his pen and paper go with him... Thanks... John Wolin, Rest in Peace...
Phil Secada
655 East 46th Street
Hialeah, Florida 33013
John Anderson
August 31, 2004
I started as a stringer covering HS sports in the mid '80s and I can remember calling in my stories to John and how he always pushed me to write more clearly and concisely, and to ensure that I had had "just the facts" in all my pieces. And yes, I was on the business end of some of his epithets on occasion.
I had great admiration for how John endured his pain on a daily basis without ever letting it stand in the way of getting his job done, and he never let it come through in his relationships in the newsroom.
John will be missed by the journalistic community, and by all those whose lives he impacted on a daily basis.
ROY BASSAVE
August 31, 2004
My deepest regrets to Glenda and Lindsay for the lost of John. Having worked with Glenda and John for 20 years as a former Herald staffer, I can only say that John along with Glenda made a better person and journalist.
His warm wit and hard driving editing made you take your craft to another level. Even when he yelled at me for not doing better. He would then say come over here, but he would not rewrite your story, but would show what was wrong with it and make you fix it. His determination for journalistic perfection was at the top of his lists.
I will forever be grateful to his wisdom and his old school-style journalism. He made those 20 years at the Herald a true one of kind experience for me.
Glenda as my former TV Editor and friend, my heart and Zuly's goes out to you and Lindsay.
My God bless you and Lindsay and the rest of the family. May you know that John is with God and free of pain. He's probably telling God a thing or two in with his own "Wolinisms".
Roy and Zuly
Suzanne Levinson
August 31, 2004
Dear Glenda and Lindsay,
Our deepest sympathy. John was the greatest of men. I'll remember so many moments, but this one came to mind first -- sitting on your couch, being entertained by listening to Lindsay on the baby monitor. I was honored to work with John in Neighbors, and despite the comments in today's obituary, I remember him as always positive and warm -- never grumpy. That came later, with the years and the pain, and I like to remember those earlier times.
Thanks for sharing him with us.
Jane Gentile-Youd
August 31, 2004
I will never forget how tall in spirit John Wolin really was. His powerful yet compassionate grasp of issues so impressed me. As I got up to leave his office at the Northwest Neighbors many years ago, he got up from beind his desk, took my arm and chatted with me all the way to the front door with a smile on his face although I knew every step was painful for him. I shall never forget him. May he rest in peace.
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