He called me after that ride sounding like a kid,
sounding like the Tom I met years ago.
"Guess what ?! I just went for a ride in MY Jag!"
His voice was a squeal of utter delight.
He filled my head with his usual, meticulous,
details of the great adventure,
that was his way... spinning a colorful yarn.
"You shoulda heard her go!
I helped him through the gears, of course!
You wouldn't believe how great it was!
Top down! Wind blowing!
Whatta day! Damn, whatta day, huh?"
For the first time in almost two years his tears were tears of joy
and I know mine were too.
Rest In Peace, my friend.
T. J. P.
October 13, 2001
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