He looked lie a little Buddha man. Short, fat and bald. His face and head are what give him it away the he isn't. They looked much more like Mr. Clean, giving the queasily uneasy feeling of a Pirate ordering navel gunfire on some unsuspecting germ island. Of course neither is the truth, it'd be more accurate to say that he's an ugly little garbage picker. The kind o guy who gives the homeless a bad name. He used to spend his time over the corner of 3 rd and 27 th begging for change from the business men there. That is until the new shelter was built on Pekoe. Now, he spends his time, tying to perfect his fake limp, drawing sympathy from the rich college boys, and hitting on the young college girls who come to shelter to do charity work. Father Joseph is always on him about this. On any given day you can hear the good Father cornering him and exclaiming i...
Tim was many things: a Marine, college graduate, dyslexic-challenged person, son, friend, 4-Her, Yankees' fan, golfer, connoisseur of beer, & much more. However, this blog recognizes his aspirations of screenplay writing. His life was abruptly shortened too young age of 30. Grateful for the time we had together & humbly hope he valued me as I him. May this serve for his life to be remembered & impact people's lives. Semper Fi