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I am back on the mainland and blogging from Seattle with South Austin in the rearview mirror. Don't worry Virgin Island fans, I will most certainly be back in the Caribbean for visits if not full-time. And I'm sure St. Thomas will creep it's way into many future posts. For now, it's all about living in the Pacific Northwest!

January 22, 2011

Stuff I noticed about Tim Metzger

Tim Metzger was slain in his driveway on St. Thomas this week by masked gunmen. I heard about it on Facebook. Several days later an article appeared in the ever timely Daily News. USVI Daily News Article 

Another senseless killing that leaves only anger and questions that have little hope of being answered. Several years ago, a big 0 appeared on the cover of the newspaper which answered at least one question... how many murders had law enforcement solved the previous year? 0. Though a recent article about Homicides in the VI claims that they are getting much better at finding and prosecuting the bad guys, it is still obvious that they lack either the tools, skills, or just the will to succeed in keeping the territory safe.

Along with the anger, I feel a devastating sadness that our friend is gone. There are things (stuff) that you couldn't help but notice being around Tim. As many have said, he smiled A LOT.  The kind of smile that was really directed at you. Tim was the kind of guy that everyone had a story about because he had a way of making a direct connection with everyone. He was never just the manager of Big Kahuna, he was Tim.  He did things every day that made a difference. He sensed when you needed a hug, Tim gave great hugs.  He would head to the kitchen himself to make sure that your grilled cheese was everything it could be. He once spent close to an hour digging into the wall of the girl's restroom to rescue an almost stolen wallet which would surely would have been stolen had he not been there. The thing was that he noticed. He noticed everyone around him. In a place where it's easy to be superficial, Tim was not. Tim looked everyone in the eye. Tim listened when you had something to say and shared his own life too. He let people know him. They say that people are remembered not because of who they are but because of the way they make those around them feel.  I will always love him for who he was and also for the way he made me feel.  

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