I am sorry to hear of this. Tim is the person who taught me to drive nails into my baked potatoes. Who knew?
I flew to Colorado once to attend a meeting at Tim’s house where a bunch of us plotted something. I don’t remember what we plotted, but we plotted it. And then we got drunk.
I remember that...barely...great to see you Nick!
I remember this occasion distinctly. The description is accurate, but I'm not sure about the sequence of events.