Thomas Patrick Christman

I think about you a lot, my brother. You were such an old-school journalist. Sarcastic, snide, but with a heart of gold. You'd yell at a reporter across the newsroom, "Am I going to see that story before next week?" Or something similar (and more profane). It made me wish I was out there in the newsroom with you, rather than managing editor in my office. We lost track of each other after we both moved on from the Peninsula Daily News. I regret that. Oh, and a correction to my previous...

A great journalist and a great friend. Incredible sense of wisecracking humor. Loved his Super Bowl chili. So glad I hired him and brought him to the Midwest on Thanksgiving weekend in a snowstorm. Rest easy, my brother.