Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Where do you start when you hear news like this? From the days of Timmy The Terror, racing the roads and the neighborhoods looking for adventure to pass the summer days to days where the guitar sounds blasted from the garage and he grew his hair as long as Aunt Sophie would allow; which by any day's standards was pretty long and the many summers of shore parties or at Crystal Crescent Beach or up the Fisherman's Club. The late night ventures to The Middle Deck to hear jazz and blues. The years in the bands as lead guitarist, the many cigarettes smoked and glasses of the Captain consumed.
And all of this was but a small part of who Tim Brackett really was and he was many things to many people as evidenced by those who knew him and recorded their thoughts here. Those who laughed at his jokes, listened to his riffs or had taken part in any of the escapades he was part of over the past five plus decades; know he was a one of a kind man who during the course of his life, cherished his family, friends, his mother's beef stroganoff, his guitar(s) good conversation and plentiful drink. He also had his challenges in life as we all do and as we are all unique, Tim's kind will not come again. And when I meet up with other childhood friends from Herring Cove, a glass will be raised and a toast offered to the memory of a great friend, Timothy F. Brackett.
