For Western Washingtonians of a certain age, this is like an ax blow to the roots, like waking up and finding the Space Needle not there any more. J.P. has been a fixture of Seattle culture since time and forever (for us Boomers). He brought joy to the world, the only clown who did not give me the creeps. I had the strange experience of passing his car on the freeway down by Boeing Field once about 30 years ago. And I used to park in his parking space at KIRO on weekends when I was going to the Seattle Center. He will be sorely missed. May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace through Christ our Lord, amen.
J.P. Patches, Requiescat in Pace