The goal was always to leave the farm in as good of shape as it was when Tommy turned it over to us for a weekend. Despite rockets crashing, occasionally blowing up, lighting the field on fire, flying and floating off Higgs Farm, usually miles away into the neighboring farms and residences, we actually got a couple to work. Tommy was always patient with the aerial antics and year after year we were always invited back.
While Tommy enjoyed watching us put those birds in the sky on trails of smoke and fire. He soon became renowned for a roasting a bird that doesn’t fly, his world-famous Road Kill Café chicken. Tommy was usually one of the first ones at the field each launch day, setting up shop and firing up the grille. It was at the Road Kill Café where the MDRA members got to speak personally with Tommy. He treated everyone the same, with respect, a big smile and firm hand shake. Somehow, as busy as he was, Tommy was able to find a moment for small talk and that made each and every one of his customers feel special. He didn’t know it at the time, but the members of the club looked at Tommy as if he had Rock Star status.
Tommy was a good teacher and educated us about the ways of farming and dairy as we worked on either starting a flying season or finishing a flying season. Rocket flying season always revolved around the planting and the harvesting of the crops.
When the launch was shut down for the day and the waiver was called in, we could all take a well-deserved break and enjoy a few adult beverages. It was during these times we discovered we had something else in common. Collectively, we determined what Tommy and the rag-tag core group of rocketeers sitting on the tail gate of a pickup truck really were. We were a Drinking Club with a rocket problem. Those priceless times of fellowship, comradery, animated conversation and laughter will be missed. When you told Tommy a funny story and approached the punch line, he had a way of half gritting his teeth and half smiling, cocking his head to the right slightly and usually said something like, “Son-of-a-bitch”, while shaking his head and laughing when you got to the point of the story or punch line was delivered.
Tommy was also a good listener. We knew that because he would always ask intelligent questions, especially when we would come up with the latest hair brained idea. Like launching a 36’ tall, 1,650-pound, clustered R-Powered Rocket off his property and by the way, there will be 5,000 spectators to deal with. What could possibly go wrong? Thanks to Tommy’s trust and confidence in the operation, the Saturn V flew true and was recovered successfully. Like so many other weekends on Higgs Farm, everything went off without a hitch and on this particular weekend another world record was achieved.
Though Tommy never looked for any notoriety, the reality is; he’s known worldwide. MDRA has a membership that has extended as to all corners of the United States, Canada, as far away as Australia and even Turkey.
The local Baltimore news stations and newspapers would come down to cover launches, as well as the Science and Discovery Channels. In the early days WJZ would fly their helicopter down to live broadcast launches on their morning show with Don Scott and Marty Bass. Marty was particularly amused the time we caused the milking and non-milking cows to stampede, break down the fence and intermingle. Tommy and Eugene didn’t see it as humorously as Marty and Don did.