Sympathy for the Devil

The memories of Tom I woke up with are of the period of time when he would blast the Rolling Stones Sympathy for the Devil over and aver all day, up on the third floor in his messy room with the walls all painted black.

Desert Island

This just popped into my head. Once when Daniel (Tom's nephew, Lisa's son)

was young, maybe 8 ish (daniel can you confirm?) the question in the table was"who would you pick to be stranded on a desert island with" Daniel surprised me by immediately picking Tom.He pointed out his resourcefulness and willingness to do anything. Plus I think he found Tom to be just way cool.- p

Another Wild Ride

I remember, though not very well as you will see as you read on,

the time when Tom Tried to show us how easy it was to jump of our second story roof of our house in Ann Arbor. He somehow made an arc and fell through the picture window below.

I am not sure who was there, but between some yelling at him, and some laughing at him, he got mad and took off for the hospital on his motorcycle, with his broken bloody leg hanging out to the side. I think this happened when our parents, Lisa and Steve were on a road trip through Mexico. The picture of him on his bike I do remember well. He had to have his cast put back on twice, because he couldn't take it and sawed it off himself. If I not mistaken, I think Janet Galardi was working at the hospital at that time and was instrumental in making him get the cast put back on . Are you still reading this Janet? Can you confirm or deny? Or add anything to this story?

Pioneer Class of 1970

The pioneer Class of 1970 has a facebook page with a link to this blog, and a few comments

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?v=wall&gid=207328715573

Rolf Wucherer

I knew Tom for only one year of school, I think, back when I was in 6th grade at Burns Park School. I was wrapped up with being an outsider and socially awkward; Tom was a weird, energetic entity that I couldn't figure out, but I remember him fondly. Rest in peace, Tom.

Dave Taylor

Tom was a kind, intelligent, creative, gifted, vigorous person who was well loved by many people since his childhood in Burns Park through his adult life in California. My fondest memories of Tom were playing his drums in his room on the 7th floor of the Wehrer home at the corner of Cambridge and Lincoln, and attending the Rolling Stones concert wtih him at the Masonic Temple. Tom was one of the original "hippies," and his paradigm and approach to how he lived his life was unique. Tom was a divergent thinker, and helped those who knew him to have fun and enjoy life more. I will always fondly remember our time together, and wish his family and friends comfort and condolence for their loss

One month

It has been one month today.

Seems so much longer.

Seems so much shorter.-p

ROAD TRIPS

Some of my fondest memories are from our family road trips from Ann Arbor to New Jersey, to visit our Dad's family. Tom normally enjoyed reducing Lisa and myself to tears. Which wasn't too hard, but he would tease and hit us and incessantly use use as his drum set. In the car (in front of our parents) he would relent, and include us in his games. He was very entertaining on those 12 hour trips. There were 7 of us. Tom dubbed Steve"the roving crowder" as at every rest stop Steve being the youngest and smallest would be switched from front to back seat, thereby crowding whoever he sat with.

Steve was so cute, we all really wanted him in our seat. - p

Early Memories

Having run out mexico tales to tell, i thought i would look back for some memories and work my way forward.

One of my most vivid memories was when I was in kindergarten.

Tom had skipped a grade, so he was in 3rd grade. apparently he was acting like a 5 year old,

so they sent him to spend the rest of the day in kindergarten. As fate would have it, my class.

Oh how excited i was to get out of class and tell the whole world!

On the walk home from school he threatened to beat me, kill me, anything he could think of.

I can still feel the inner satisfaction i felt that day as i told him," there is nothing you can do.

I am telling. " I felt i finally had the upper hand. I am grinning to myself even as i write this- p