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Labor_day_tom_with_knifeA little birthday blog catching up to do. Glad you were born Tom Boyer! I took a pretty instant liking to Tom. I met him while visiting Matt during spring break of my senior year at Western. His wife, Barbara, made a special dinner complete with homemade Sushi Rolls and Sake. One of my first memories of Tom is him putting a glass of Sake in the microwave, followed promptly by the sound of glass breaking. As the rest of us startled, he cocked his head to the side and said, "Huh. That's odd."

In the same week, we were checking out a barn Matt was working on. I the City Girl walking around The Country, it was windy, it was muddy and I was less than comfortable yet trying to act cool until a tree gave me away by choosing that particular moment to drop a branch, not a twig mind you but a real branch, and hit me in the back of the head with it. Maybe it wasn't personal but you'll have a hard time convincing me of that. I went looking for Matt and found Tom instead. He gave me a big hug without my having to explain my "par fatsek" from nature, and then led me back to the truck where I sat warm and waiting. A par fatsek, by the way is a neat Slovak thing where, by way of punishment for a smart ass comment, you get a little "tap" to the back of the head.

I dig this picture of Tom - he and Matt have a lot in common with a love of farming and a familiarity with Mother Nature - as well as the ability to mix a bloody Mary with a friggin' butcher knife. Tom is generous, witty, patient and loyal, for these reasons and more, we adore him.

Tom is also one of my most quotable friends. So, in your own words Tom, Happy Birthday and may you continue basking in the rotisserie of life.

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