Post 3397 - Thursday

Past 11pm.

Had a pretty neat thing happen to me today. Tom Cook called me after lunch. He is the father of Troy Cook, who disappeared from Truro in 1998, and who's the subject of my most recent missing persons column in the current Frank.

I thought I was in trouble or something. That perhaps there was something in the article that was so wrong, so disrespectful to Troy, that Tom and maybe his other son Mike, would want to punch me in the nose or something. "You're not in trouble", Tom assured me.

He met me in front my work around 1:45. Mike remained in the car. Tom greeted me warmly and offered me a card in an envelope. I looked inside and learned it was a gift card to a local restaurant, for an amount that would likely pay for a decent dinner for Patricia and me.

I told Tom that it wasn't necessary to do that, that Frank pays me millions and millions of dollars for my articles;  but Tom and Mike (and cousin Dakota) would hear none of it, and I reluctantly accepted the very kind and very generous gift. I did not want to insult Tom, who clearly was grateful for the article in the Frank that hit newsstands on Wednesday.

It made my day. Maybe my year.

Tom is a gentleman, and too much crap has happened to him over the years separate from the terrible disappearance of his son. The man deserves closure. I can only hope that the article in Frank can reach the right person who can provide information that leads to the resolution of this mystery.

Thank you for the gift card, Tom. It will be put to good use.

You guys have a good evening. Talk to you tomorrow.

Bevboy