Waking up this morning and finding out Jay Cronley had died overnight was, in his parlance, the WORST. When I first started working at the Tulsa World, I was what’s known as a “night cops” reporter. The result was that I really didn’t know anyone. But I didn’t know any of them, and they didn’t know me. I don’t remember what I said or what the argument was about, but I’m sure Jay disagreed with me.