Thursday, January 8, 2009
from Kim Weeks
Though I did not know Tom very well, my memory of him revolved around a few evenings crowded in Michelle’s basement, riding the trainers and watching The Bachelor. We did butch it up once and watch the Italian Job, but Tom seemed happy to be there no matter what was on the tube. Every time I saw him after that—even fairly recently when he stopped by the Naperville Running Co -- he was genuinely interested in what was going on in my training (or lack thereof) and took a minute to chat. You’re right, Rich, it’s hard to get your head around a tragedy like this, but I guess I am reminded of the privilege we have in our lives of knowing, if briefly, truly good people.