Rusty S#!*

by Dave Ganoung

Being only a few years behind Tim I relate more to Elvis than IPOD. That being said let me say this is my first blog entry...ever. I met Tim through his sister Rody whom I worked with at the once great McDonnell Douglas Aircraft Company. Coors Light, cigs and a VERY laid back personna were my first impressions of Tim, although I'll be dammed if I can remember where we first met. Like all Silva's I've had the pleasure of meeting, Tim is genuine good people with a well grounded understanding of what is important in life.

The gist of my blog here is to illuminate a side of Tim that I didn't see coming. He had been to a party at my pad and noticed my odd collection of rusty stuff I've collected over the years. I have no idea why I collect it and we didn't talk about it. At a later meeting he mentioned he had some "rusty shit"( that's how he said it) I might like and we arranged for me to stop by after work. Well, I couldn't believe Tim's generosity in what he gave me that afternoon. Gee wizz, there was an old rusty anchor, an old rusty plow, a couple of rusty metal wheels, a rusty rack of some sort and I think some other stuff but my memory is a bit...rusty. Some of you reading this might think ol' Tim simply just unloaded a bunch of junk and maybe he did but he knew I'd be stoked with his gift and he was right.

I still have all his contributions scattered about my yard and think of him sometimes when I look at my magnificent collection and always think of him when I sometimes kick that anchor with my bare foot. It was a thoughtful gift from one man to another early in a friendship I plan to keep forever. On a side note, I also have a very mean caged iguana, Dos Iggy, that keeps a nasty, slitted eye on all my rust. Not sure if that's a coincidence or not.

Happy Birthday Iguana Tim, To Your Health!