Wednesday, February 16, 2022
The last time I saw Thom was when Jim Ward and I met him at Wide Waters for a brief get together. Maybe 10 years ago. He of course pulled up on his Harley with his macho Italian being dripping as ever. Alas, neither of them are here to tell any tales. Hope they passed the test.
Wish I had met Rosemary, Phillip, and Matthew.
Remember Thom introducing me to The James Gang (Joe Walsh), Chicago, CSNY, etc. that he brought home from Pittsburgh.
Drinking tequila shots, beer, and listening to music at that place on Transit. Or going to Uncle Sam’s in Buffalo...listening and talking with Alice Cooper as he developed his stage production.
Going to Casey’s in Buffalo. With cheap Heineken, blaring music, and wall to wall youth.
He and I being sent from our biology class to the lawn just outside our classroom for doing bird whistles in class.
His love of Led Zeppelin (he had seen them in Pittsburgh) and was so totally blown away.
Good Times, Bad Times. Mostly good.
I shall miss him. May he be at peace.
My best to the Rongo’s and so sorry for their loss.
Gary William Prudden
