
Tony Jerome, a photographer, editor, and one of the nicest guys I have ever known died last night, well before his time. He had been fighting liver disease for a number of years, and passed away in the hospital with his family by his side. He was my editor at the paper, and a good friend as well. He was such a good photographer and so committed to doing the best work imaginable. He was also so supportive of all the photographers who worked with him. He was a wonderful editor as well, taking great care to talk with writers and editors to understand the nature of the stories, and then to talk to the photographers with suggestions of some of the best ways to illustrate them. He also worked harder than anyone, both as an editor and a photographer. Writers and editors loved him and he would always bend over backwards to help anyone - to make everyone's job easier. He was also a passionate fisherman, and loved nothing better than to spend a day in his boat on the water, fishing. He would come to the office after a weekend completely sunburned, and grinning from ear to ear when he talked about his fishing expeditions. It just seems inconceivable to me that he is gone...






