Passing of Jay Nordstrom

[4RE KLR]

Wow, When Tom Meadows told me Jay had passed I almost fell down. I have known for awhile he was fighting a monster and Jay was open about it to me. Even when we know the inevitable is coming, it is still a shock.

I met Tom at the Yellow Rose show and he introduced me to Jay the very next day and we have been friends ever since. Jay was one of the few that would give you the shirt off his back. I will miss him like I miss family members that have gone before him.

We all need to remember Jay and how he stood by his mothers bedside every single day until she passed not so long ago. I love you Jay. Rest in peace brother.

Steve Parks
Ferrari Killer

[BT SNAKE]

I stared at this post in total disbelief. I welled up and could hardly read it.
I agree with all the kind words stated here . He was a prince of a human.
Jay was my big brother in size. I was a year older. I heard a quote once and I think it is true of Jay.
If you were in jail a good friend would come bail you out. A really good friend would be sitting next to you saying "man, we really screwed up". That was Jay. He stuck by his friends and didn't mind telling them if he thought they were wrong. Many times I've bounced ideas or problems off him. He just had a way of keeping it straight and simple. I really liked that most about him.
I salute you as one of the best Rangers to wear the uniform. I will truly miss you. God's speed my friend.

Hersh

[1985 CCX]

RIP
Great words about a man I wished I had met.

[BLACKJACK]

A tragic loss, indeed. A good friend and a Brother.

One of my fondest memories of Jay was standing in the parking lot of some run down motel at one of the early DVSF London events with Jamo, Turk, Wade. Elder and a bunch of other guys - and, of course, our Fearless Leader Brent Mills. We had already consumed several bottles of Turkish Raki and no pain was being felt by any of the participants. We had been telling "War Stories" for several hours. (Most of which "Pookie" had clandestinely memorialized on magnetic medium).

Side bar here: Jay was one of the few - along with yours truly who actually LIKED RAKI. Jay and I had experience with that crap in Baghdad and Riyadh, and I first tasted it in Korea in 1952.

Just as the Eastern sky was beginning to light up Brent - who had been hanging in like a Champ- listing about 30 degrees to starboard - "demanded" that Jay pass him the Raki "one more time". Jay politely declined because two guys were already standing VERY close to Brent who was really "glazed over". (I KNEW he was drunk because I could see TWO of him). When Jay took another swig from the bottle Brent shouted at him, "Give me that G.D. bottle you S.O.B. or you'll NEVER post on Club Cobra again". That came across as the funniest damn thing any of us had ever heard. Grown men were collapsing in tears from laughing. Someone asked how Brent was going to get home as we were all leaving the next day. Jay and I offered to "Wrap him on 'bubble wrap' and Fed-Ex him directly to the Betty Ford Clinic".

Jay was one of the funniest, most sincere, honorable and brightest guys I have EVER known. The world has lost a lot of its color and depth and meaning with Jay's leaving Its' getting hard to see the screen now - kinda blurred. Its just passed noon and I'm going to toast my friend with a large dose of "Bourbon and Creek Water" and remember good times.

You know - - Jay is Not Gone. He'll Never be "Gone". Sure - he's in a different, better place. He's looking down on us and wondering what the hell all the fuss is about. BUT, he's Not Gone. As long as we remember our friend - - as long as we smile when we recall his grace and humor and friendship he'll NEVER be Gone.

But wherever he is now - - -

** Let the track surface be smooth.
** Let the corners be tight.
** Let the car be quick.
** Let the beer be cold and the Raki warm.
** Let the sun be shining.
** And PLEASE - - Let his driving improve so he can finally quit lying about
how FAST he is.

Farewell my Friend, my Brother, and So Long - But Never - Never Good bye.

"Save me a seat Big Jay Bird".

BLACKJACK

[Bernica]

After reading this thread and the outpouring of true love and respect for the man, I am very moved. I wish I had met him as well and can only wish deepest sympathy for his family, both immediate and extended including all those that he touched in some way.

I am sure that God has been keeping a very special place for such a special man.

RIP Jay.

[Cobra75]

On behalf of the Capital Area Cobra Club, our condolences go out to Jay's family and friends.
Many of us share fond memories of Jay, a larger-than-life Man's Man.

[cobrakiwi]

Sorry to hear this sad news, I had just talked with him a day or so before Christmas, he told me of the health issues he was dealing with but I had no idea,
My condolences to his family,
RIP.

[Jamo]

Originally Posted by BLACKJACK

A tragic loss, indeed. A good friend and a Brother.

One of my fondest memories of Jay was standing in the parking lot of some run down motel at one of the early DVSF London events with Jamo, Turk, Wade. Elder and a bunch of other guys - and, of course, our Fearless Leader Brent Mills. We had already consumed several bottles of Turkish Raki and no pain was being felt by any of the participants. We had been telling "War Stories" for several hours. (Most of which "Pookie" had clandestinely memorialized on magnetic medium).

Side bar here: Jay was one of the few - along with yours truly who actually LIKED RAKI. Jay and I had experience with that crap in Baghdad and Riyadh, and I first tasted it in Korea in 1952.

Just as the Eastern sky was beginning to light up Brent - who had been hanging in like a Champ- listing about 30 degrees to starboard - "demanded" that Jay pass him the Raki "one more time". Jay politely declined because two guys were already standing VERY close to Brent who was really "glazed over". (I KNEW he was drunk because I could see TWO of him). When Jay took another swig from the bottle Brent shouted at him, "Give me that G.D. bottle you S.O.B. or you'll NEVER post on Club Cobra again". That came across as the funniest damn thing any of us had ever heard. Grown men were collapsing in tears from laughing. Someone asked how Brent was going to get home as we were all leaving the next day. Jay and I offered to "Wrap him on 'bubble wrap' and Fed-Ex him directly to the Betty Ford Clinic".

Jay was one of the funniest, most sincere, honorable and brightest guys I have EVER known. The world has lost a lot of its color and depth and meaning with Jay's leaving Its' getting hard to see the screen now - kinda blurred. Its just passed noon and I'm going to toast my friend with a large dose of "Bourbon and Creek Water" and remember good times.

You know - - Jay is Not Gone. He'll Never be "Gone". Sure - he's in a different, better place. He's looking down on us and wondering what the hell all the fuss is about. BUT, he's Not Gone. As long as we remember our friend - - as long as we smile when we recall his grace and humor and friendship he'll NEVER be Gone.

But wherever he is now - - -

** Let the track surface be smooth.
** Let the corners be tight.
** Let the car be quick.
** Let the beer be cold and the Raki warm.
** Let the sun be shining.
** And PLEASE - - Let his driving improve so he can finally quit lying about
how FAST he is.

Farewell my Friend, my Brother, and So Long - But Never - Never Good bye.

"Save me a seat Big Jay Bird".

BLACKJACK

Well hell, Blackjack...we've been enjoying some old pics and memories of that night over at Gasholes since the news of Jay's moving on...everything exactly as you described it above. Turk and I made sure we had the Raki that year as payback for you two loons making us snort tequila the year before...how could we know you basturds actually liked the stuff.



You two breaking poor Brent's cherry...


Poor Pat Buckley just kept looking down at the ground the rest of the night after snorting the Raki...our English Gashole Wilf (he of the purdy white ass bared atop the Quaker State) decided we were all a bunch of barbarians after he did it, Turk started stuttering (but who could tell with his accent), our cop Crilly was laid up with Lola (the love doll that rode across America with him)...and assorted others were wiped out as well.

I stayed with it long enough to watch you and Jay laughing with satisfaction at all the Gasholes you'd done in...a job well done.

Totally agree with you...that was a damn fine time. Glad we had it.

[Ron61]

Those are great memories of a special person. Thanks to all of you for sharing them with the rest of us.

Ron