Uncle Tommy turned sixty-five years old. Under normal circumstances this might be not much to comment about, but Tommy has Downs-Syndrome, so Sixty-five is a pretty amazing feat. Tombo works 5 days a week, walks in his neighborhood every day for exercise, and is cared for by a very supportive and loving family in a suburb of Buffalo, New York.
I've had the fortune of knowing Tommy for nearly twenty years (he's really my uncle - through marriage). His sense of humor is ever present (Even when I joke with him that he's older than dirt - Tom is ready with a quick come-back). My uncle will always greet you with a big bear-hug, a huge grin and a gentle pat on the cheek.
Elvis, by far, is Tommy's passion. He knows all of the songs, and as a young man, got to see Elvis in concert on several occasions. He has a huge collection of memorabilia in his bed room. The room is basically a shrine to the King... which brings me back to Tommy's 65th Birthday bash yesterday... There was food, birthday cake, a huge pile of presents... and did I mention Elvis was in the house?
Well, Buffalo's "Patrick-Elvis" anyway...