Upon graduation ('56), he and his wife Judy took a 4-month Vespa trip all over Europe, and he wrote me a bunch of letters. The one that got me was about taking a boat from Barcelona to Ibiza, and the dolphins swimming in front of the boat in the moonlight.
I graduated in '57, and, along with my wife Sarah, took a boat from NYC to France, hitch-hiked to Milano, bought a new Lambretta, and toured Europe youth-hostel-style for 3 months, California kids out of their country (and state) for the first time, an experience with life-long memories. All because of Tony's influence.
In the early 60s he had his law degree and was working for the Alameda county DAs office. I was an insurance broker in San Francisco. We took a trip to Baja, went camping in Mendocino, and would go out to hear music in SF.
In about 1964 or so, I'd tried marijuana, but Tony hadn't. We went over to his place and I took an ice cube tray, stretched aluminum foil over the top, punctured pin holes in one corner, and made a straw-sized hole in the opposite diagonal corner. Herb is placed on the pinholes, lit, and smoke travels across the ice cubes before being inhaled.
Tony kept saying, "I don't feel a thing." Well, OK, Tony. That night we went to a club in the Fillmore district and saw sax player Art Pepper. Relevant to this (not feeling a thing), check out Tony (who doesn't get near computers) on Google: here. In a nutshell, we both left our generation in the '60s and joined up with the counterculture. Never went back…
Last week he and his 3 boys, Shelter, Ivory, and Chime, stopped by and Ivory shot these photos of me and Tony looking through group photos of us in the early '50s in my Fiji folder.