We all know the story so well, Tom accumulated more parking tickets than anyone else in San Francisco...BUT, has anyone seen the actual news coverage?? Here it is...the quality stinks
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
from John Whitmore
The last time I saw Tommy was when i was 16 years old and it was 1968. I had spent the summer in Europe with my family and was driving back to the West Coast. Tommy was living in this old Victoria house with his Mom, Anne Oppie and Joe. Tom's room was painted entirely black. Ceiling, floor and walls. We went to see a movie called "Blow Up." Afterwards, Tom never went home but spent the night in the streets of Ann Arbor. Never will forget that night. Very interesting family. Anne Oppie was way before her time. The next night I crashed the car that was bought in Germany and flew home. A summer to remember.
My mother was Annie Oppies room mate in college in a small college in Iowa. The other memory is driving to NYC in the back of a station wagon with all the Wehrer kids. I have no idea of the Wehrers remember the Whitmores but I sure remember Tom and the Wehrers.
John Whitmore
Seattle
John Whitmore
My mother was Annie Oppies room mate in college in a small college in Iowa. The other memory is driving to NYC in the back of a station wagon with all the Wehrer kids. I have no idea of the Wehrers remember the Whitmores but I sure remember Tom and the Wehrers.
John Whitmore
Seattle
John Whitmore
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Happy Birthday Tommy
Its Tom's birthday today. Lisa, Paul, Daniel, Woody and I are visiting Anne Loving Bethel and her wonderful family, husband Clyde, daughter Rea, and son Sim, on the island of Eleuthra, in the Bahamas. We are all going to celebrate Tom's birthday, by going to surfers beach and taking surfing lessons. Pictures will follow. It won't be the same without you Tommy.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
From Liz Jackson
I often think about Tom. About 10 years ago I decided to call Tom. It was so nice to catch up with him. I called again a few years later. Yesterday, I decided that maybe I should try googling Tom’s name because I was thinking about him again. I was shocked and saddened to learn of his passing. My heart goes out to all of his family.
I want to share one of my favorite stories about Tom. The week before the Christmas of 1975, Tom and I went skiing in Aspen. We set out about 9 pm hitchhiking from Ann Arbor with all of Tom’s ski equipment. Of course it was pitch black and one of the coldest days of the season with a wind chill factor in the minus 20’s or worst. Was I worried? Not in the least. I was just happy to be with Tom who was the most intriguing, fun, gorgeous guy on the planet.
We lucked out and with just a few rides arrived in Aspen no problem. We stayed in a cabin with my sister Jo and her uptight boyfriend of the time. The boyfriend had the bright idea of turning the heat off in the cabin to save money. It was unbearably cold but Tom never seemed to mind because he was there to ski.
The first day there we went skiing and we probably each paid for a half-day ski lift pass. As always, the lift passes were really expensive but little did I know that Tom was already on a mission to eliminate that problem. (as I’m sure we all know, Tom was a master at beating the system).
As people waited in line for a chair lift, an employee used a hole punch on their lift tickets so they couldn’t be used more than once for that day (or something like that). Well, Tom swiped the hole punch right under the employee’s nose as soon he set it down for a second.
Later that day he bought some wire clippers from a hardware store and we went to the bus stop where people get rides back into town after a day of skiing. As people stepped off the bus, Tom would approach them and ask if he could have their used-up ski passes which were attached to their jacket zippers with a piece of wire. I’ll never forget one young woman backing away while wondering what the heck was going on as he gingerly snip it off with his handy dandy wire clippers.
That evening in the cabin Tom sat at a small table in living room and painstakingly punched holes (in just the right places) out of the used lift tickets he had collected and then use the little punched pieces to fill the punched holes in 2 used lift tickets. When Tom was finished we each had a lift ticket that looked brand new with no hole punches.
I was blown away. For the rest of the ski trip we never paid for another ski lift pass. A true testament to the creativity, ingenuity, and that wonderful, mischievious side … of the one and the only… Thomas Wehrer! By the way, Tom was so encouraging and helpful while I learned how to ski. And he was an incredible skier. Amazing to watch- a natural-born athlete, whatever sport he chose to do.
Just want to finish by adding that Tom was a gentle soul with tremendous compassionate for others, one of those rare free spirits on earth who lived in the here and now. But the most wonderful aspect of Tom was his endless sense of wonderment. I will always remember Tom.
Best wishes to you all from Liz Jackson
I want to share one of my favorite stories about Tom. The week before the Christmas of 1975, Tom and I went skiing in Aspen. We set out about 9 pm hitchhiking from Ann Arbor with all of Tom’s ski equipment. Of course it was pitch black and one of the coldest days of the season with a wind chill factor in the minus 20’s or worst. Was I worried? Not in the least. I was just happy to be with Tom who was the most intriguing, fun, gorgeous guy on the planet.
We lucked out and with just a few rides arrived in Aspen no problem. We stayed in a cabin with my sister Jo and her uptight boyfriend of the time. The boyfriend had the bright idea of turning the heat off in the cabin to save money. It was unbearably cold but Tom never seemed to mind because he was there to ski.
The first day there we went skiing and we probably each paid for a half-day ski lift pass. As always, the lift passes were really expensive but little did I know that Tom was already on a mission to eliminate that problem. (as I’m sure we all know, Tom was a master at beating the system).
As people waited in line for a chair lift, an employee used a hole punch on their lift tickets so they couldn’t be used more than once for that day (or something like that). Well, Tom swiped the hole punch right under the employee’s nose as soon he set it down for a second.
Later that day he bought some wire clippers from a hardware store and we went to the bus stop where people get rides back into town after a day of skiing. As people stepped off the bus, Tom would approach them and ask if he could have their used-up ski passes which were attached to their jacket zippers with a piece of wire. I’ll never forget one young woman backing away while wondering what the heck was going on as he gingerly snip it off with his handy dandy wire clippers.
That evening in the cabin Tom sat at a small table in living room and painstakingly punched holes (in just the right places) out of the used lift tickets he had collected and then use the little punched pieces to fill the punched holes in 2 used lift tickets. When Tom was finished we each had a lift ticket that looked brand new with no hole punches.
I was blown away. For the rest of the ski trip we never paid for another ski lift pass. A true testament to the creativity, ingenuity, and that wonderful, mischievious side … of the one and the only… Thomas Wehrer! By the way, Tom was so encouraging and helpful while I learned how to ski. And he was an incredible skier. Amazing to watch- a natural-born athlete, whatever sport he chose to do.
Just want to finish by adding that Tom was a gentle soul with tremendous compassionate for others, one of those rare free spirits on earth who lived in the here and now. But the most wonderful aspect of Tom was his endless sense of wonderment. I will always remember Tom.
Best wishes to you all from Liz Jackson
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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