The first time I met Tom, I had flown my Clipper in a few days before the fly-in. It was getting on toward dark, and about the time I got my little tent set up in the woods, here comes a roofless VW. The driver asked if I had eaten, as obviously there was nothing, anywhere yet. He gave me a ride to the volunteer tent, where they fed me.
He never introduced himself...never made a big deal....just a nice guy. RIP Red Three!
Jim