It's a warm evening in Kittery Foreside. Tom has ridden his bike there. As we walk from venue to venue, dinner to music, there was Tom. We joked that he was following us. He was smiling and happy. A light rain started to fall and we offered him and his bike a ride, but he declined. It wasn't that bad and it was a nice night. We passed him on the way home, beeped and waved.