My first impression of Tom is when I was about 11 years old and first met Paula. Tom coming in her room and giving her a ration of words and actions, similar to pounding calimari on the cutting board, about I don't know what really, but he meant every word. In no time at all he would be gone, only to return later to give another thrashing or maybe a hug. Just never knew what to expect...and then once he came over to me and put his arm around me, gave me a hug, some advice, and was off........I remember being terrified!!!
Another old memory.....He was working on his motorcycle one day at the house in Ann Arbor and was so frustrated with it he was screaming..."OH GOD! OH GOD! HELP ME! HELP ME!" over and over again.....and so shortly thereafter the police arrived to the crime scene.
Marty
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