When I first met Tommy, I called him Tom, but then later learned that he preferred Tommy, so Tommy it was. Tommy was a "refined" kind of guy; he majored in French at La Salle and enjoyed classical music. I enjoyed talking music with him and comparing our favorite classical composers. Incidentally, his mom told me he had to take three public transit connections each way to get from Wallingford to La Salle in the early 50s. That's a dedicated college student! She also said he was one of the top five graduates at St. James in Chester. I can believe it. I also enjoyed hearing his stories about the farms and meadows in 1940s Wallingford, areas that had been developed by the time that sisters Judy and Sandy were old enough to roam some distance from 13 Medbury.
Later on, when he and his mom had moved to downstate Delaware, we often enjoyed pizza together at his mom's Plantations condo, usually picked up by Tommy to all our convenience (except Tommy's), and then we watched the Phillies on TV enjoying some good teams and enduring some bad teams. He was so easy to get along with, pleasant and mild-mannered, albeit with some idiosyncratic tendencies, but of course we all have some. I'll miss you Tommy; I'm relieved your distress is over, and your ultimate destination is now at hand.