Thursday, November 30, 0002
When I was a kid (55 years ago or-so) one of my neighbors would welcome me into his home. He taught me about music, and I learned how to play the guitar from him. I would watch Perry Mason on TV with him, p[lay cards... you get the point. He was tall, slender, "at least a million years old", and had the kindest nature of anyone I could describe. When I met Tom Humphrey, he immediately reminded me of "Gramps", the man next door who made my childhood such a wondedrful time. I'll remember Tom as lontg as I can remember ANYTHING. Youare a wonderful family, and I hope you get to that point where you can talk of Tom without so much sorrow, but with a smile (even a grin when you're telling a "Dad story"). Be well. Tom M.
167 Wakelee Avenue