I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge a birthday.
Tom was my big brother. He was my role model, I looked up to him and he was smart and kind beyond his young years. He didn’t have to be told to do anything. He just knew what to do and always did the right thing. When I needed help and reassurance, he was there for me. Without our dad around during those early years, Tom stood in and took my dad’s place. He always had time for me, always guiding me in the right direction.
Tom was the person that taught me so much without even realizing it. He was the one who followed hot rodding in the various car magazines he would bring home and read. When he was done reading them, he would put the issue on my bed for me to read. Tom’s magazines introduced me to the sport that I love to this day.
From Fender guitars and surf music to slot car racing and model kits. From hot rods and custom cars to Ed Roth and George Barris. In fact, just about everything associated with the early ’60’s era, I initially learned from Tom.
In June of 1969, while on a date, Tom was involved in a serious car crash. After 5 days in the hospital, he succumbed to his extensive head injuries. He was 17 years old. Even after all these years, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of Tom. If you notice the ring I wear on my right hand, this was Tom’s ring, which I proudly wear every day. It is a constant reminder of my beloved brother.
Today is Tom’s birthday. He would have turned 67.
Happy birthday, big brother.
Mum, Tim and Tom, back in 1966.