Thomas M. Suda

How many times in the past 2 years have I remembered my friend Tom? Too many to count . . . so many little winks, knowing nods, such roaring giggles . . . he left our lives so much more rich and fun. He's missed nothing . . . here's to you, Tom.

Hey, Suda . . . let's nip down to Greektown for beets and garlic . . . my treat!!! Always fun in a closed car on the way back . . .

The world came to be a lighter, funnier, more zippity place because Tom's quick wit could find the acerbic comedy in almost everything. A master of the one-liner, the double time second take and the great bellowing guffaw that could fill Grand Central Station, he shared his spotlight with all who could keep up with him. He leaves all of us, and a boatload of everyday dogs, goofier, gigglier and sillier for having known him. No one could have played him better . . . thanks, Tom.