Thursday, March 9, 2017
Tim Boal, or young Tim as I called him in retaliation to his having called me Old Tim one time in jest. will be greatly missed among those of us who knew and esteemed him for the all too short time he was in north Idaho. He was a great story teller and was responsible for some of the best parts in the chap book I wrote about our mutual friend, the late Lew Billingslea. If there are lakes in the hereafter, the two of them are likely already trying their luck for bass. Tim was a walking and talking vaudeville show, always ready with a joke or some song and dance about his latest exploits. It seemed as though half of the time I knew him, Tim was either coming or going from some exotic place. I suspect if it were possible to hitch hike on jet aircraft, he would have found a way. He was a real promoter and I expect to meet him again in another life where, in all likelihood, he will be selling admission tickets. In all seriousness, a lot of communities will be diminished in his absence, not the least of which is the north Idaho "Society of Tims." Godspeed, my friend.
