The birds of leaving call to us

Jay Lake died of cancer this morning. There was no last-minute miracle, but he never believed in those, anyway.

Jay was one of the first West Coast pros I met, upon arriving in Seattle. It was a fragile, difficult time for me, and he was unfailingly kind - a social butterfly and touchstone, who went out of his way to draw me into the fold.

I am sad that he is gone.
It’s a shame, and I wish it hadn’t happened, and he deserved better.

My heart goes out to his family and his (many) other loved ones.