Tommy       was always full of life. He lived in the moment. He was amazing you never know what he'd say he always kept me at the edge of my seat. I loved him dearly. And I will miss him dearly. We used to dance so much practically every night we had a ball all the time when we were together together at boat drinks.

Cousin! I lost both you and cousin peg in less than a month . I will for ever love you guys and all the times we had together growing up !! Forever 

You were my classmate starting at St Joseph’s Catholic School. You were our class clown and we loved you and your antics. You left too soon buddy…will always remember you and all the shit we gave each other, RIP Scuzz ..til it’s my turn…

Scuzz was a Prescott legend!  He was always good for a story, a tune or two on the local watering hole jukebox, or just a quick drink in the sun, watching life go by in downtown Prescott.  Attached is Tom in his Santa Scuzz sweater and me, one of his greatest admirers!  His smiling face and personality will definitely be missed.  

Growing up, we'd go to the Kinni beach most Sundays. He'd play catch, go on walks, etc. but more often than not he'd just lay on the beach and watch people... I had to have been 8 or so when I asked him what he was doing. He told me he liked watching people, who were walking barefoot, figure out how hot the sand was! He'd smirk every time someone ran from shadow to shadow before making it to the water, haha! Seemed like it was always the little things that gave him the most enjoyment in life. Love ya, Pops!

I started out knowing Scuzz as one of my brother Scott’s best friends. It wasn’t until he was gone that I realized that he was also my friend. When I moved to Florida he was already there living with Scott and he became my roommate. I will never forget my first Christmas morning there drinking mimosas with Scuzz, Laura, Scott and the rest of the crew with fresh squeezed orange juice with oranges from John and Tammi McEnroe’s back yard. As time went on down there he was like a big brother to me. If Scott wasn’t around Scuzz and David were always there for me. When I moved back to Prescott he was running the VFW and he hired me as a bartender. So over the years he went from my brother’s friend to my roommate to my boss to a friend. So many good and fun memories and a lot of great stories. Miss you Scuzz. RIP

When I was a kid I remember going up north somewhere and fishing with Scuzz and Bigs After all his parents and my parents are best friends,. When somehow my dad Pissy handed him a rusted frog lure to catch a fish ... well he did couldn’t and wouldn’t of believed it if I wasn’t there could of been a Alfie  Huppert story or Popeye Tronnier one but he caught this northern and it was great , then when Biggs died my Dad gave that lure to them. Surely will miss the hell out of the greatest story teller I know he had a way to make people feel good !! And the stories he had .....,,, I even was in school with him but I’m not telling those stories  RIP till we meet again