This morning, the day after Thanksgiving, I was told Tommy Bush had died. He had been one of my favorite Macon County friends for over fifteen years.
Being a friend to me wasn’t anything unique to Tommy; he was friends to about everyone in that area. Each time when I went in to Piggly Wiggly, more times than not, I’d find him laughing and talking to someone there in one of the aisles of the store.
A few years before Barbara and I moved here to North Carolina, Tommy and I would take little trips to Gallatin, Lebanon and Nashville, usually to buy something for a project of mine, then have a meal together before returning home — always delightful company. When he stopped to visit me at my home, the man couldn’t have been more of a gentleman to me and my wife — even with his hearing failing as it did. We corresponded, up until this October, by e-mail.
Tommy Bush loved Red Boiling Springs and was honored by the citizens when they elected him mayor.
I deeply cherished knowing Tommy, as I know so many of you did as well. He was a good friend of mine and a good man.