- Ken O'Brien
- June 22, 2011 - 15:45
I knew Tom when he worked as a driving examiner. He had such a flair for life. It was nothing for him to get off work, then take a ride as far as Flatrock on a summer evening. If he got hot, he'd just stop by the side of the road and jump into a pond! Once, there was a difficult guy at the counter of the Motor Vehicle Registration building (the Vking Building) on Crosbie Road, mouthing off and saying how important he was (he had to wait several days to get a road test booked). The clerk at the counter was trying to convince the man that he would have to come back. Tom must have heard the loud voice and came out from a back room, walked up to the man and said, "Hello, what seems to be the problem?" The fellow said, "You don't know who I am, I'm too important to wait." Tom looked at him and, with great coutesy, said, "And I'm the Queen of England. Good day, sir." The guy was so surprised, he quieted down and made an appointment for another day. Tom was a great fellow. His son Roy should be proud when he remembers his father.