To this day, I can't eat a walnut without thinking about the time Tony and Steve were helping Grandma make cookies. She needed them to shell the walnuts, and Tony decided it would be more fun if they pretended they were performing brain surgery - trying to extract a perfect half walnut from the shell without breaking it. I was probably five years old, and Tony must have been about twelve. He was already exhibiting his awesome, funny, macabre sense of humor. I'm so grateful you were different and interesting. I will never forget you.