Sending my deepest sympathy and prayers to all of the Johnson family. May God Bless you all. Growing up down the street from the Johnson's I have many fond memories of Tommy. After 62 years, I still call him Tommy. Through child eyes I see him dressed in his denim blues, tucked in white T shirt with one sleeve rolled up carrying his cigarettes running to his hotrod. Revving the engine before he took off. Thinking back I realize now, he was our James Dean of the neighborhood, God Bless him and may he rest peacefully.