Some folks--maybe MANY folks--have never heard of him. This man with a strange last name. However, he has been more than just a business owner and supporter of the marching band activity in southern California and abroad--he's been and is and will be forever an ICON to those of us in the know. He's been an inspiration, a guide, a teacher and a leader to the greatest of us who ourselves were leaders...and went on to become even better leaders in whatever path life took us.
I of course am referring to Tom Peacock, owner of Peacock Enterprises. For those that have no clue who he is, the short of it is that he's been providing maces and batons and other uniform supplies to southern California (and beyond) drum majors for well over 35 years. And tonight, I had the distinct honor of being asked to crank up the old "Voice of Southern California" and MC the SPECTACULAR Placentia-Yorba Linda Unified School District Band Pageant. Tom was honored for his countless volunteer hours assisting the drum majors of the district, both junior and senior high, over the last at LEAST 20 years. I don't know about Tom's background to give you a exhaustive "bio" on him, besides, I believe he's too humble to really care if I would.
But I think what's more important to remember--at least it was to me tonight--is how important some folks are and their impact they've made in this activity we so love. I had a great opportunity to hang with Tom this evening and just say hi and share some old stories with him. And here he was, the man that provided for ME back in 1978 my VERY first mace, still at it, still being the leader and inspiration to drum majors all over this region. And we talked and talked. I could have talked to him for hours. I reminded him of my trip to his house in 1979. I reminded him of the time I competed for the first time at a Katella High School "L" Pattern Competition, being judged by the legendary Brian Fox, and after doing my roll off and starting forward to beat time, SPIT MY WHISTLE OUT because I didn't know any better to TAKE IT OUT OF MY MOUTH and make it a part of the routine (non-drum majors reading that are probably thinking--"WTF is he yammering about????" Trust me, drum majors get it!). I reminded him of the letter I wrote to him because I thought I saw a loop hole in his rules and I wanted to compete in THREE different divisions--and he politely wrote me back and told me to cool my jets drum major boy and stop pushing the envelope!

And on this trip down memory lane this evening, I related to him how I went to his house in the summer of 1979 and bought my first American mace, when I was just 14 years old because I KNEW I was going to be a drum major some day, and I had to get to practicing. And as I talked to him tonight, I INSTANTANEOUSLY transported myself back to the day I walked out of his garage with my mom and dad in tow with my first mace. And I told him tonight--little did I know in 1979 standing in your driveway, that I would one day be the drum major of Pasadena High School, then Pasadena City College, then the Official Tournament of Roses Honor Band, and then, finally, the Velvet Knights--where yes, I DID USE AN AMERICAN MACE FROM TOM PEACOCK in the Corps on Parade we had around the state capitol in Madison in 1987. And from there...where I've gone (or arrived???). Who would've known in 1979 standing in Tom Peacock's driveway where I was gonna go.
And I guess that's what's so amazing. There are some in this activity that come and go--but others, either just keep hanging around ("Yeah, when ARE you gonna get a life, Turner???") or become legends... icons... institutions.
Tom is taking his successful business and leaving the state. He's still gonna do what he's been doing, but in a state that's a tad friendlier to businesses than our mess we call California. It's not like he's retiring or moving to Zimbabwe. But we will be losing a presence. An icon. The man who provided the means for dreams to come true.
And I'm grateful I had the opportunity--and I'm grateful that Tom Peacock was a part of my success.
Thank you Tom. And good luck in Arizona!!