As I look across my lake this morning I am thinking of my old pal Jay Hammond, and imagining that wherever he is, he is softly chuckling to himself, enjoying the fact that, after all he had done, and all he had been through, he died in his home, in his own bed, in his sleep, with his boots off.
It was a pleasure and honor to know him.
Warren W. Wiley
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