Wednesday, February 15, 2012
My first real memory of Uncle Tony was watching him supervise framing on the place he and Russell were building in Charleswood on Buckingham Drive. His tool belt was cool to a guy maybe 6 - 8 years old, and more than 50 years later, it still is. He always had something to fix or a car to repair, and I remember him sharing how to do things. I also remember him laughing a lot, and sometimes I'm sure his face must have hurt from the permanent grin. Many times on meeting Tony all you would see were his feet sticking out from under a car. The world needs more guys like him. Our paths and neighbourhoods were different, but he's still a hero to me.
