In a 2016 interview with The Columbia Journalism Review, Mr. Dwyer was asked if he had the best job in journalism. “I believe I do,” he said. “A big part of my job is to talk with brilliant scientists, great artists, the amazing people you meet just walking around the streets of New York. What could be more fun than that?”
In his last column for The Times, on May 26, he wrote of the devastation caused by the coronavirus, linking the pandemic to his own family’s history and the catastrophic 1918 flu.
“In times to come,” he wrote, “when we are all gone, people not yet born will walk in the sunshine of their own days because of what women and men did at this hour to feed the sick, to heal and comfort.”
James Dwyer, who always went by Jim, in his byline and otherwise, was born in Manhattan on March 4, 1957, the second of four sons of Irish Roman Catholic immigrants, Philip and Mary (Molloy) Dwyer. His father was a public school custodian, his mother an emergency room nurse at Bellevue Hospital. Jim and his three brothers attended Catholic parochial schools in Manhattan.
Jim graduated from the Msgr. William R. Kelly School in 1971. At the Loyola School, a Jesuit-run college-prep high school on the Upper East Side, he played several sports, joined the drama club, was editor of the school newspaper and graduated in 1975.
At Fordham, he earned a bachelor’s degree in general science in 1979. Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo was a classmate. In 1980, he received a master’s degree from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism.
Article source: https://www.nytimes.com/2020/10/08/nyregion/jim-dwyer-dead.html
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