No one spoke to him, nor he to anyone there. He just loped the length of the bar - looking at each one, individually, with steel-gray, non committal eyes. He moved to the side of the wood stove back in the corner and laid down next to it. And from that moment on, he was always there.

No matter our history, we always tend to romanticize it; even when looked at through the haze of a 'bad liver and a broken heart'. So now, when Tom speaks to us from that dusty turntable, in the light of all that's happened since; it sounds different.

Joe spoke personally with The Wolf about six years ago. Joe's earnest heart gave out in a rehab center somewhere in upstate New York.

So Tom sounds different today to those who were there. His words carry even more weight. But to those who haven't yet heard him, he's waiting--waiting to spin a tale--to tug on your sleeve.

I think he might be The Wolf.