One of my first assignments as the new managing editor of the Clipper was to create an editor’s column. That began last week when Ire-introduced myself to the Clipper community and expressed my gratitude for the opportunity of returning. Since then, I’ve had a number of phone calls and emails from old friends, and I appreciate all of you who’ve welcomed me back. I’m looking forward to connecting, and reconnecting, with many more of you as well.
A task I was given immediately was to choose a name for this column, and I chose “Tom’s Tomes.” By definition, a tome is considered a volume of a larger work, while by necessity (as in, allowable space), this column should never exceed 500 words – hardly a volume of any work.
What you will read is a snapshot of my thoughts and my life, at least at the moment I’m recording them. Add the columns together, and like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, a larger image will come to life.
Here are three quirky things people don’t know about me:
As an 11-year old in 1965, I was the first paid admission into the Astrodome. Yeah, I’m that old.
The Astros were playing a preseason baseball game against the New York Yankees (April 9th). My father had connections, so being a youngster with “pleading blue eyes” as my mom called them, I got in first when the first gate opened. Astros star
Rusty Staub gave me a bat that day to commemorate my achievement. It was a big deal.
When the original “Footloose” movie was filmed in Utah County in 1983, I was an extra in scenes shot at Payson High School. If you know when and where to look, you can see a blurred shot of me in a couple of scenes. I’ve also been an extra in a few other films and TV shows, but never had a speaking part. Those involve talent. Usually.
One day a month, for no apparent reason, I go left-handed for four hours. I never do it when I’m driving, typing, golfing, gardening or anything else where using both hands is necessary, but just to challenge myself (obviously I’m right-handed). No one ever sees me do it – I think it would drive my wife crazy, and I do that enough as it is.
So that’s a little bit of my story. What’s yours? I want to know. Because everybody has a story – experiences that have helped formulate who we are today and/or who we may be in the future. I’m inviting Clipper readers to send me an email with something about their life that would make an interesting story.
I want to encourage that two-way communication between all of us. As always, I’m also interested in knowing what your community group, school group, church group or organization is doing that other readers might like to know. You can reach me via email at firstname.lastname@example.org. Share your story with us, and we just might share it with others. I’m looking forward to hearing them.