Seeing Jay Whorton’s heartwarming, contagious smile on the front page of the Cherokee Tribune brought a smile to my face amidst my feelings of gratitude for all the years I knew Jay.
Back in the early ’70s when I was working with Otis Brumby Jr. to open the new North Fulton Today Newspaper on the square in Roswell, I met Jay. Otis simply said, “Anything you need, call Jay.”
I did, and for many years since continued to do the same. I always thought of Jay and Otis joined at the hip at the MDJ on all their enterprises.
One of my favorite thoughts, when I lose a friend going to that higher place, is from an old Eskimo Legend.
“Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.”
I picture Jay entering the Pearly Gates and shaking hands with Saint Peter and wishing him one of Jay’s trademark “Happy Days.” Mine will be having known him for more than 40 years.
Zachary W. Henderson