Tim’s nickname for me was, “Mr. Phil.” It was a take-off of the Saturday Night Live sketch of a play-dough character named “Mr. Bill” that was always getting decapitated or crushed flat. For a long time he would call me when one of his ads in The Packet ran incorrectly and say, “Oooooh noooooo, Mr. Phillll!” He even made a piece of art for me with a “Mr. Phil” play-dough doll skewered with a lag screw through an advertising placement order. The verbiage on the order was hilarious!

Tim was the best about sending nice notes of thanks, encouragement, or just greetings. When I went from selling advertising to selling real estate, he offered me the simple advice, that it shouldn’t be much of a change from “selling square inches to selling square feet.” I often received notes from his “Ernest “Bud” Crowley.” And the ink stamps on the letterhead and envelopes were priceless. I’ve attached some from a note he sent once.