Via Harold Cook, I learn of the untimely passing of Capitol insider and Renaissance man Jim Warren, better known by his nom de blog Billy Clyde and his nom de comment Noitall. He clearly knew where a lot of skeletons lay, might have been responsible for one or two himself, but had a sense of humor about it nonetheless. Here's a starting point to get a feel for that. Karen Brooks, who has another great example of Billy Clyde's wit, and Eileen Smith have remembrances, and his formal obituary is here. Rest in peace, Jim Warren.