Tom
January 12th, 2009
Tom was a constant companion of mine throughout Junior High and much of High School. He lived about a quarter mile down the road in the subdivision, but would come over nearly every day after school or in the summer. He’d help with the chores, and in exchange he got to ride the horses. In fact, at one point he even owned his own horse, aptly named Geronimo. I say aptly named, because the horse had no brakes to speak of, so sometimes when Tom jumped on his back, off they’d go at a full gallop, with Tom hollering “Ge-ronimo!!…“
