Fun Times With Tom

Most people who read this blog probably don’t remember me, but I’m Tom’s friend Doohow. After having some problems with not being able to log in (and being too lazy to try to figure it out) I am once again able to post. Since this blog is about everything Tom, I thought I would write about some of my memories hanging out with him over the years…

1) Cadetting for Mr. Bergloff – My favorite “class” during my K-12 education was when Tom and I were cadets for Mr. Bergloff. We literally did nothing for an entire semester. The highlights of most weeks included watching a previously taped WWF Raw episode in Mr. B’s office or running down to the Co-op for a soda. The most productive thing we accomplished is when we discovered that Mr. Hage, who shared an office with Mr. B, looked at porn on his school computer.

2) Twins Games – Tom and I used to go to about 10-15 Twins games a year during our high school years. Each one usually had its own adventure ranging from getting lost in the ghetto to having a drunk guy offer us the rest of his vodka in exchange for a ride home. The Twins record was about 2-39 in games Tom and I attended in the late 90’s. The only constant for each trip was eating at the Old Spaghetti Factory (OSF). OSF only had one kind of soup, minestrone, but I would ask if they had any other flavors every time until it got so funny that I couldn’t do it without laughing…and Tom will still insist that one of their waiters had a crush on me.

3) Automobiles – Until Tom’s recent purchase of a Honda Civic, all of his cars had character. It started with his Dodge Shadow (The Ghetto Cruiser). The beauty of the Cruiser is that it was such a piece of shit that Tom really didn’t care what happened to it. That resulted in him intentionally ramming into a variety of things with his car while we were out. I think his personal favorite was snowbanks. After that came the Taurus. I don’t really have any good stories for this one; I just spent A LOT of time in this car. The windshield wipers would make this horrible screeching noise whenever they were in use. Rather than pony up the 8 bucks to get new wipers Tom would just scream “SQUEEEAAK” every time it rained. It made him feel better, but just compounded the problem for his passengers. Last came the TMV (Tom’s Mom’s Van). On our way up to Brainerd one evening Tom wasn’t paying attention as we made our way through the country roads of Kanabec County. He came up a hill not realizing there was a crossing road at the top and we jumped the van. That’s right, we jumped a fucking minivan…all four tires were off the ground. It was almost like this van was destined for a tragic death. (I’ll let Tom tell that story)

This is getting kind of long, so I’ll stop with those 3. Maybe I’ll make “Fun times with Tom” a regular installment of this blog.

--Doohow