There was a very wierd vibe about him going around yesterday. I got stuck at Geisinger South from 11am Friday morning to 1am this morning getting more blood transfusions for something we still can't determine.
For openers, Yonk, I am sorry to hear of your problems, and wish you nothing but good things. I think you're right, Terry was indeed around yesterday saying good-bye in different ways. Anyone who feels like telling me I'm totally nuts for saying so, go ahead, let's get it out of the way. Hey, they didn't come more Irish than Terry. My background is 99% Celt, Welsh-Irish(same tribe)and the Celts have certain beliefs about the dead, especially shortly after they actually give up the ghost.
Admittedly, I hadn't seen Terry in years. If my head is any good, I bumped into him in a supermarket in Clarks Summit. He and the lovely Mary(and she was and is lovely)were going to the movies, and Terry was cruising the snack aisles looking for some "healthy" snacks to carry into the theatre, rather than eat whatever unhealthy stuff they had to offer. At that point, likely more than ten years ago, Terry still looked much, much younger than he was. He always looked younger, and for those who knew him, Terry was a handsome man. I hope there'll be tons of stories here about him, he should be remembered widely, well, and fondly. By way of a small and inadequate bio, Terry was born and raised in the Keyser Valley section of Scranton, or as Scrantonians always refer to that part of town, "Back the Valley." His family owned a grocery store on , I believe, Jackson Street. And I also believe the name Terry came from his Uncle Terry, who was very well-known and beloved streetcar operator, and later bus driver, in the city.
Terry and I often joked about his given name being Anthony, because I was born on St. Anthony's Day, yet avoided being named Anthony, despite the protestations of family elders. And there he was, actually named Anthony, and no one ever referred to him as such.
