Tom was one of my many friends at Humpty Dumpty. We loved to go fishing up country with Bert and Wally, two other employees. We were fishing in canoes. Tom and I slipped their anchor overboard when they were not looking. Tom and I
laughed so hard watching trying to paddle and fish. When we got home, poor Buck's back end was so swollen from black flies that Shirley didn't want that disgusting dog in the house. We have shared Christmas cards every year. Tom, Shirley, and the girls will always be remembered fondly as long as we are alive.