Sometimes Tim would grab the hand grenade (defused, of course) and pretend to pull the pin and lob it deeper into the office. The funny thing is, the Congressman liked to sit back in my area, and I'm sure he saw all of these things, but he never commented on them. Well...maybe the grenade, but he loved it as everyone did. Ultimately I gave it away as a birthday present to one of my agency liasions that had admired it, and he told me it was always a conversation piece in his office.
Tim was a fantastic driver and had owned many racy sports cars, including a Lotus Elan. He told me driving that car was was like sliding into an envelope. The pedals were so narrow, he had to drive shoeless to have better control. One day, during a lunch hour, we played hooky and took a sports car for a test drive. It was wonderful having Tim at the wheel with his mastery of cars (not that I'm a slouch in that department), and feeling the wind blow all the cobwebs out. We had another fun thing to do for "cobwebs." We'd drive out to Gravelly Point by National Airport and hit the spot in the grass where the planes come in at their lowest, sometimes just 100 feet over your head. We'd lie on our backs and take in the rush of it all: the sheer power of the plane and it's force. The planes were so low, you could actually count the rivets on the underbelly. It's one of those great things about D.C. you won't find in the guide books. D.C. Park and Bike Guide - National Airport
Tim's nickname for me was "Emma" after Emma Peel in The Avengers.
I will have to write about all of the nicknames I've acquired over time, but Tim was the only one to ever call me Emma. A great coworker, and a great guy. He died two years ago, much too young, and I do miss him.