A family friend named Tony passed away of a heart attack a day shy of his 89th birthday, on Tuesday, June 11. Last time I saw him he was celebrating his 50th or 60th anniversary with his wife Rosie (I was young, and I forget exact numbers), but he told an audience of people that what kept them together for all those years was "lots of hoochie koochie". Not surprisingly I remember the man as a person who was always smiling.