Tammy was my first friend in Broken Arrow, way back in 1969, when I was just 7 years old. I was new to the neighborhood, and she seemed to know everything, so I was following her lead. We rode bikes all over the neighborhood, and spent a lot of time together. She made me feel like I belonged. After her mom died, I told her to call if she ever needed to talk, and she did. I always enjoyed her late phone calls, and I'd stop by if I was in town on an afternoon, or after I checked my mail at the post office, because I knew she'd be out enjoying the night air a lot of the time. I sure will miss our visits! (Lighting a Tweety-Bird yellow candle for Tammy.)