“That guy is as sharp as a marble.¨
That´s the kind of wisecrack my late brother Nemo (Tom) used to make.
If someone asked him a personal question, he would quip back “Are you writing a book?¨ If you answered “Yes” he would say ¨Well, leave that chapter out.” Remarks like these were his style and although he acted like a tough guy construction worker, he was very kind hearted. For example , no matter how he was feeling , when elderly neighbors would call him in the middle of the night to help them get up after they had fallen, and he would go right over.
He loved riding his bike on the boardwalk and cast fishing on the beach . Some years ago he liked to go out on the fishing boats that leave from Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn and he loved taking his niece and nephews to Great Adventure in the summer when they came to visit. He was proud to be a member of a chapter of the NYC carpenters union. He was sharp as a tack , almost to the end. I was grateful to be at his bedside as he took his last breath.
Happy 50th Birthday Tommy!! September 25th!! You are always in my heart.