I didn't know Tim personally, as he was younger than me. However, those of us who were privileged to have grown up in South Buffalo all shared Cazenovia Park with Tim. This was our neighborhood "back yard" where we would swim, play tennis, ride our bikes, play baseball, have family picnics, and go ice skating on that "magical" outdoor pond.
Many afternoons, after we drank our hot chocolate, we would toss our ice skates over our shoulders, and walk over to LaBella's for the best hand tossed (literally) pizza in the whole wide world!!!
Those of you who missed out on growing up in South Buffalo in the 1950's (may the angels weep for you) can at least read about it in Tim's run-away best seller, "Big Russ and Me."
I can vouch that South Buffalonians are very special people. Where do I begin? With their strong moral compass, work ethic, and self deprecating sense of humor? Yes, there's all of that and much more; but my very favorite characteristic is their low BS quotient. Only genuine people need apply to become a resident of South Buffalo.
Thank you, "Little Russ" for being the best Ambassador that Buffalo has ever had. May you rest in well-deserved peace . . . and may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
And thank you, God for giving "Little Russ" to the world . . . if only for a little while.
To Big Russ, Maureen, Luke, Tim's sisters and extended family . . . may your beautiful memories comfort and sustain you in these coming days.