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		<title>A letter from Dave Fletcher</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back in 1968, some friends and I went to a concert at Prince Georgeâ€™s Community College to see Criss-Cross. There, sitting on a riser out front of the biggest PA Iâ€™d ever seen at my young age was this guy mixing on a huge console (it had 16 channels!) atop a riser just off stage [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Back in 1968, some friends and I went to a concert at <city w:st="on"></city></p>
<place w:st="on"></place>Prince Georgeâ€™s Community College to see Criss-Cross. There, sitting on a riser out front of the biggest PA Iâ€™d ever seen at my young age was this guy mixing on a huge console (it had 16 channels!) atop a riser just off stage left. It was that day I met the estimable Earl of Faders, Doctor of Wires, Thomas A Linthicum, who was destined to become a life-long friend and mentor. I would travel the world with Bombase â€“ as friends called him â€“ and my life would be forever changed.</font></p>
<p><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">At first, I would find any reason to travel out to <street w:st="on"></street><br />
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<p>where the old shop was so I could sit and talk â€œshopâ€ with the master. Soon enough, I began to see the logic in how he did things, as I too had an interest in electronics. Tommy taught me everything I know, aside from the basics I would learn later in my formal education, and I have made a living because of it. The work ethic he imparted to me is one I will carry all my days and pass on to the next generation as well.</p>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">But also, and most important, Tommy is my friend. In the darkest days of my life, Tommy was always there to impart some small bit of wisdom that helped me see whatever truth it was I needed at that time to get through a day. There were many such days.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">One day, soon after Louieâ€™s</p>
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<placetype w:st="on"></placetype>City folded, Tom came to me and asked me if I would consider joining his crew and doing a tour with Rush. My dream had come true and Tom made it happen. Without regret, I remember those times as being the best and worst of my life. The best, as I was with people I truly liked and doing what Iâ€™d always wanted, and the worst, because the job seemed to be never-ending. In time I realized that I wanted to settle down and have a family. Shortly after the tour broke, I tendered my resignation and took a job as an electronics tech with a telecommunications firm. I married, had kids and did the good life, but I never lost the taste for â€œThe Gig.â€</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Time after time I would take a vacation from work to do an Irish Folk Festival, an Inaugural or some other prestigious event just so I could spend some time with my old friend. The last gig that Tommy and I did together, he ran sound for the band I was playing in at my 30<sup>th</sup> Anniversary High School Reunion. I had the pleasure of telling the people I went to high school with, that the band I was playing in â€œWas privileged to have my mentor and best friend Mr. Tommy Linthicum running our Front of House console tonight.â€ The people there who knew me, all rose and applauded Tommy and in typical Dr. Wires fashion, he took it all in stride. It was just another day doing what he loved.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">That time has passed now, and I will never have the opportunity to do another gig with Tom, but I will forever be indebted to him for all the years of learning, friendship and comradery. Life will go on, but somehow it will be diminished, weakened, and less meaningful as I look ahead to a future without him.</font></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">GOD speed Tommy and I <em><u>will</u></em> see you on the other side my friend.</font></p>
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<personname w:st="on"></personname><font size="3" face="Times New Roman">Dave Fletcher</font></p>
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