Snail mail just brought me this sad, sad news. Hi, Art. I loved Tom Dundee. There was NO ONE who didn't love Tom Dundee.I met him in the 70s on Lincoln Avenue. I was a cocktail waitress and a bartender -- and a college professor. Tom loved the Cubs (even though he loved baseball). He loved the Buddha. He loooooved seaweed juice. Whatever sturm und drang I suffered (and they were frequent, me being a drama queen), Tom would hug me and smile, and tell me how it all passes, it all passes. Tom was a hellraiser, too. Are there any more of us left? Tom had a beater then that he called Magenta. One of the things we loved to do in the winter is harrass Chicago's Snow Patrol. They would plow an area, go on to another place, and we six would jump out of the car and do snow angels like crazy (spreading the snow back in the street, of course. We would bellow SNOW PATROL! They chased us once, so we split a 12 pack with them. They let Tom sit on the top of the plow's cab. Then we all broke into song (I've forgotten which.) I will continue reading the notes posted here -- and say a couple of prayers. Mike Jordan, Fred Holstein, Tom Dundee.
What a time we had, didn't we, Art? I'm retired, been living in Florida for a couple of years. Love, Margo Rogalin Gariepy mgariepy@swfla.rr.com