My expedient unger Tom,I received the news on Sunday morning—a peculiarly sunny, warm mid-November morning I will not soon forget. It was clear where I had to be after getting the message about your untimely passing: the Armenian Weekly offices at the Hairenik building in Watertown, or where we first met in person. Though I had seen your coverage of the Armenian Youth Federation (AYF) Olympic Games over the years and had several conversations over the telephone,it was here final April that I had the pleasure of meeting you face to face for the first time. ‘As I shuffled through the pages and was transported to the different decades you covered, I stumbled across something special—your very first column for the Weekly.’ Soon enough I found myself scouring through the bound, and yellowed pages of the back issues of the Armenian Weekly. Your presence in those pages—through your columns,articles, and photographswas one of the few constants in the past fifty years of the nearly century-used publication. As I shuffled through the pages and was transported to the different decades you covered, and I stumbled across something special—your very first column for the Weekly. You start your first “Poor Tom’s Almanac” [...]
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