Domenic “Doc” Conca, DDS- 1925- 2016, R.I.P.: on Conca’s Lawn.

 One of my unmentioned mentors died at 91 a couple of days ago: Dr Domenic Conca of Randolph, Massachusetts.

 “Doc” was the father of my oldest friend, Michael Conca, who was my schoolmate from first grade through my first year in college (BC: I dropped out), as well as my housemate and partner in a firewood business in the wintry January Hills west of the Quabbin Reservoir an east of the Connecticut valley, one of the wildest parts of Massachusetts, for several years, during my second attempt at higher education; he lives there still, with his wife Mary Lou; more of his story later…

Mike at Rick Rozen’s in Golfito, Costa Rica; Mike and Mary Lou a couple of years ago at Karen and George’s.


Lucky John Wilson has been presented with a classic TR3; a late one with the better  TR4 engine at that, but with the “wasp- waisted” body that always reminds me of a miniature Jag  XK120. Don’t you think so?

His expedition to bring it from Ohio to NM was more arduous than planned. He had to tow the pristine little jewel, with its sky blue body and dark blue leather seats, in a closed trailer (and into a headwind) to protect it. Halfway across Iowa, the tow vehicle died a most definitive death. John had to buy an old but very clean Suburban, not a car I associate with him, to complete the trip.

I think it was worth it:

I lent him a proper English tweed cap for his “image”, and will hit up Johnny UK, who got me mine, for one for John.