When I was up in Port Clinton a few weeks ago, I was getting out my car and looked across to the street, exchanged glances, and proceeded to gather stuff in my car. I had remembered that my Step Mother’s neighbor had some significance, and new my oldest brother, Dave. I decided to go over and introduce myself. ”Hi I’m Kevin, Dave’s younger brother.” I honestly did not know what to expect. Tom was sweeping the grass from his sidewalk after he had mowed. We entered into a 30 minute conversation of stories and of Tom’s life. He started with when my brother was a teenager in the 70′s. Dave was jumped downtown by a pickup truck full of young men. I remember only the polaroids taken of Dave with his chest and face beaten in. My other brother, Jeff and his friend were so scared, and young they couldn’t do anything, there were just too many. Tom was there and pulled all the boys off Dave. I asked Dave later, if Tom had not been there is there a chance he could have died. Being honest, he said “I think so, it was pretty bad.” Thanks Tom!
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