Greg Hohman

This news came as a shock. Tim and I were neighboring tykes on Bridgewater Drive, and remained close friends for most of subsequent years. Over the last 20, he was a generous host in Sacramento CA. Usually with his children, we would kayak on the American River (the put-in was a short walk from his home) or ski in Tahoe. Although I had not seen him for two years, I expected our friendship to be renewed some day. Tim, a dynamic personality, will be missed.

Confession: I am the individual listed as “anonymous” in the concert docket of Tim’s profile. It was his way of ribbing me for turning my back on rock.

Some memories:

• Hogar Agman, purveyors of soccer supplies, established around 1975-6, headquartered at the Agar house on Longuevue Drive. Success seems assured with each arrival of the brown UPS truck at Spalding Circle and heading our way. The company dissolves after a Tripoley (board game) dispute.
• Soccer in all weathers. Enduring scores in the early days in the double digits (to our zeros). Practice and games at Wildcat Field and in Agars’ backyard (and living room). Acting as coach and referee for kids learning the game. (Tim, whose father was a father of Lebo soccer, did far more of both than I did.) Coaching gigs at a Kiski soccer camp and for Allegheny County.
• Strange but true: Tim attended St. Paul’s Cotillion. (Church records may reflect less than perfect attendance.) I seem to have recovered a memory of throwing snowballs into the lighted church hall; while I must have believed, or been led by Tim to believe, that his parents forced him to squire around in a monkey suit, he in fact may have been enjoying himself.
• Best skiing: spring day (1981?) at Stowe VT with Tim's brother Rob; and closing day (2005?) at Alpine Meadows CA with sun, no lift lines and Lake Tahoe at our feet.
• At a hole in the wall on Bleecker Street (NYC), Tim and I (and a dozen others) "discover" the Violent Femmes. This must have been around 1980. Our "place in history" is not a big deal to Tim; he has his Allmann Brothers.
• Under Tim’s tutelage, I learn, on Stockbridge Bowl (MA), that a catamaran does not mosey along like a rowboat. The point of the exercise is for the guy at the tiller to get the wind to pop up the contraption sideways (picture a trapdoor in reverse), while the other guy, harnessed to a line attached to the mast, swings through the air with the greatest of ease. A catamaran is an amusement-park ride on water. I capsize us and lose a toenail. Tim, amused by the nautical and medical events, calmly rights the ship, ready to continue the lesson.
• There is a time when Tim and I discuss books passionately. No, there are no YouTube videos of those discussions! Although his literary interests wane, he is supportive; he donates to the (unrealized) production of one of my plays. We are all aware of Tim’s appreciation of the arts as Dionysian in nature, centered as it is on women, wine and song; and for this reason I notify him when Richard Foreman's “Symphony of Rats” comes to Sacramento. It's too bad that he does not attend because the rats, it turns out, are pretty sexy dancers.
• The Karmann Ghia.
• When we are small boys (first grade and earlier), my favorite “room” at Agars across the street is – the garage! Canoes and skis affixed to the ceiling are evidence of the family's adventures. As an adult Tim "decorates" a garage the same way: It resembles his father’s.
• Although he does not share our love of cats, Tim takes Suzanne and me completely by surprise with the gift of a cat statuette.

Greg Hohman

Bridgewater Drive: Ann Marie Brunenmeister (?), Mike Donahue (?), Tom Hohman, Tim Agar.

Greg Hohman

Bridgewater Drive: Eric Hohman (?), Ann Marie Brunenmeister (?), Tom Hohman, unidentified, Mike Donahue (?), Tim Agar, Greg Hohman.