He knew the city as well as any gumshoe reporter and had a gift of arriving at fires before the firefighters or police.
“Doesn’t that bother you that whenever there’s a fire, he’s here first?” one firefighter told me.
“It doesn’t bother me, but it ought to bother you,” I told him. “You’re the one with lights and sirens.”
Jerry routinely shared his photos with others. Sadly, much of his work has been stolen from him over the years. His sports photos hang in most restaurants in Oklahoma.
He could fix your car, computer or camera, mostly by walking you through the problem. Operator error, he would say. “Don’t blame the machine. It’s a poor worker who blames his tools.”
He shared his computer knowledge and common sense, bailing many an editor out of a late-night jam. He could find free wireless access just about anywhere in the country. Road trips for sporting events were non-stop adventures. In later years, he would drive with his two sons, who are also top-notch photojournalists.
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He was crusty with strangers but quickly warmed to anyone he judged genuine. Even without his long lens, Jerry could spot phonies. He had his own time table and didn’t tolerate laziness or whiners. Things got done — eventually. Kids and grandkids, his own or those of others, held a special place in his heart.
He married early, both he and Peggy still teenagers.
“We’re just staying together because our family said it would never last,” he often told me.
We all knew better. He was a hopeless romantic, secretly devoted to Peggy for more than 40 years.
When Peggy drove his truck up to the newspaper Tuesday morning, for a moment I thought maybe the last 12 hours had been a bad dream and he would walk in behind her. It’s been a tough week for her, the three children, seven grandchildren, friends and our coworkers.
It’s hard to come to grips with a loved one’s death until we recognize our own humanity. Until then, I’ll share a late friend’s advice: “Close the door, pull the curtains and have a good cry,” he said. “Then love them enough to let them go.”