I just learned about Todd's death, and I wanted to express my condolences to Todd's family and friends. I didn't know Todd well--but I'd like to tell the small story of how we met and how he helped me.
I was cutting down brush and putting it into a big pile one day near the road, and all during that day, a guy was driving a truck back and forth from the farm across the road. After he passed a couple of times, we smiled and waved to each other with each pass. Then, on one of his passes, the driver abruptly stopped his truck and hopped out. He was a big guy, and he was wearing mirrored sunglasses, and something about him and the way he jumped out of that truck made me think of the movies: if Sean Penn put on some more muscle, he could pull it off. The man asked me, looking at the brush pile, "You got somewhere to put that?" And I smiled and introduced myself. We shook hands, and he told me his name was Todd Shaw.
That day, he took away that pile--as well as a big one I had going in the back of the property. He charged me a very fair price, and it was fun for my daughter and wife to see him take it all away, load by load, dumping it from a front loader into the big truck. And we did it all again a few months later.
When I stopped by looking for him this past weekend, hoping to get him to take care of some new brush piles, I was very sad to learn that he's gone. There was just something about him that I liked. It doesn't surprise me to see that he had a lot of people who cared about him.
Rest in peace, Todd.