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Happy 100th birthday to John Harlow



Three generations of transit operators (from left to right) David, Michelle and John Harlow in front of the family home on Chambers Street. Photos courtesy of the Harlow family

Herbert Harlow and Rose Campbell met while working at Vancouver General Hospital. They married and had their first born, John, in 1917. In 1925, John’s wife-to-be, Georgette, was attending Norquay School. John and Georgette met when they attended South Vancouver high school (now John Oliver), married in 1939 and moved onto Chambers Street. Three of their four children would also attend Norquay School.

John would later build a new house on Chambers Street in 1950. He bought the double lot for $600. This is the house he still lives in today with his son David and David’s wife Sylvia. So, we have had a Harlow living on Chambers Street for more than 78 years.

We have also had a Harlow driving city buses in Vancouver since 1945. This is the year that John started driving city buses for Neville Transit. Even before that, John was a driver, driving trucks for the Boeing company on Sea Island during the Second World War. He remembers driving up to the gate one day and the guard told him to park the truck and go home. The war was over, the plant was closed and everyone was laid off! That same day, on his way back home, John would not only find a new job, he was taught his route and started driving that day!


John Harlow became a motorman, driving streetcars like this one for Neville Transit.

This was the job with Neville Transit that would start the continuing legacy of the Harlow family. John worked with Neville until they became BC Electric and later BC Hydro. During this time, John became a motorman, driving streetcars.

In 1978, John’s son David would join the transit team. It was around this time that the company would became Metro and then Coast Mountain. In 2004, David’s daughter, Michelle started driving, becoming the third generation of Harlows to do so. (John retired in 1979; David in 2009.)


Congratulations to Michelle and the Harlow family on this latest addition this year. Could this be the fourth generation of the Harlow-transit legacy?

For John’s 100th birthday, his family wanted to give him a ride down memory lane. So they rented a vintage 1964 GMC bus, provided by TRAMS, and along with family and friends, the day was spent touring with John down memory lane.

This tour included John’s old routes in East Vancouver; Sea Island where John worked with Boeing; past the school where he met his wife; and the church where they got married.

Needless to say, John had a fantastic 100th birthday.

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Collingwood Corner: Home Delivery in the 1960s


Once upon a time there weren’t online stores like Amazon. There weren’t personal computers, tablets or cell phones. Apparently, humanity was cut off from one another, living in a vast void.


Home delivery price list from 1965. The prices are simply astounding. Image from the collection of Loretta Houben’s parents

Not quite. Growing up in Collingwood over 50 years ago, homemakers had access to home delivery options. One of them my parents subscribed to was Dairyland Home Delivery.

Please study the prices of the attached 1965 price list. For a growing family, usually consisting of two parents and four or more children, you had the option of an eight-quart family milk pack for $2.23. This was in the days before metric conversion. A quart of milk was 29 cents.

Along with a variety of milk products you could indulge in cream, whipped cream, apple and orange juice, yogurt, cottage cheese and butter. Butter was 66 cents for one pound.

The prices were comparable to a working man’s wage. My dad earned $150 per month working for the Glidden Paint Company as a forklift driver, yet he could indulge in home milk delivery.

I remember the pale yellow truck rumbling down our street early in the morning, and the bottles clanking as they were set on our front porch. Of course, the dairy products were all in glass containers, which my mom washed and set out the next week.

Another wonderful sound of a truck stopping outside our home quite often was the Simpson Sears truck from the warehouse in Richmond. Each season every home in Vancouver would receive a thick free Simpsons catalogue to dream over, filled with useful and exotic items for the home or your wardrobe.

Your order was placed by telephone one day, and your goods were delivered without charge the very next afternoon.

Once, age three, I remember a large brown paper covered box arriving at the front door. My mom paid the delivery man, and quickly hid the package in her closet. I begged her to see what it was, and so she emptied the box and gave it to me to play with.

I could smell that there had been a new doll in it! I cried and cried until my mom relented (for reasons unknown) and gave me the doll, which was meant to be a Christmas gift!

Woodward’s and Eaton’s also had home delivery, but Simpson Sears was my parent’s first choice.

Do you have memories of those long-ago days, and free delivery to your door?

Loretta Houben is a long-time resident of Collingwood and coordinates the Seniors Connection section of the Renfrew-Collingwood Community News.

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Indigenous art project at Windermere high school: Reconciliation from the ground up



Aboriginal artist Jerry Whitehead demonstrates the art of spray painting. Photos taken and edited by Olivia Lee-Chun, Harkarn Kaler and Tiffany Tu

This spring, look for a new mural at Windermere Secondary School that brings together nature and Indigenous culture. Windermere has received a $20,000 grant from the Betty Wellborn Artistic Legacies Foundation for an art project that features local Indigenous artists running workshops and working with students to paint this mural.

Fine arts teacher Alyssa Reid’s project proposal was inspired from reading Wab Kinew’s The Reason You Walk, a memoir about reconciliation and healing between father and son that may ultimately spark conversation about Canada’s own reconciliation with Indigenous peoples.

Coincidentally, Windermere’s former vice-principal, Alison Ogden, had once posted outside her office a quote from the same book that Reid “really took to heart.”

The quote reads: “Reconciliation is not something realized on a grand level, something that happens when a prime minister and a national chief shake hands. It takes place at a much more individual level. Reconciliation is realized when two people come together and understand that what they share unites them and that what is different between them needs to be respected.”


Two students spray painting the stencil design they created.

Windermere’s aboriginal support teacher, Davita Marsden, suggested to Reid that local contemporary Indigenous artists Sharifah Marsden, Corey Bulpitt and Jerry Whitehead might be interested in working on the project.

“After speaking with the artists we decided on three workshops for staff and students that would give them some grounding and knowledge in Indigenous art that would lead to a large (1,000 square foot) mural on the front of the school,” Reid explains in an email.

“Our basis for the mural is a rooting in Mother Nature that links everyone to the earth and stresses the importance of nature and the earth to our Indigenous people done in the three very unique styles of each artist.”

The workshops started late April, with Sharifah Marsden teaching a beading workshop, Corey Bulpitt doing a stencilling and spray painting workshop, and Jerry Whitehead leading a design question/answer workshop. The painting begins in May.

Julie Cheng is the editor of the Renfrew-Collingwood Community News.

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Adult education time machine: The history of the bookmobile in Renfrew-Collingwood


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Interior of Vancouver Public Library Bookmobile with Harry M. Boyce, Peter Grossman, and Colin Robertson, 1953, Photographer: Province Newspaper. Photo from the Special Collections Historical Collections at the Vancouver Public Library, VPL Accession Number 3403

Much has been written about the architectural importance of the Vancouver Public Library’s Collingwood Branch Library here in Renfrew-Collingwood. Its modernist architectural design was so striking that, at one time, it was the most visited modernist building in all of Vancouver.

In turn, the design won the local architectural partnership of the commission to design the award-winning main library branch once housed at the corner of Burrard and Robson Street in downtown Vancouver.

However, a lesser but equally important story is the fact that Collingwood Branch Library was once home to Vancouver Public Library’s bookmobile. When there were far fewer branch libraries in Vancouver, a proposal for a bookmobile was mentioned in the Vancouver Public Library’s 1950 annual report.

By March 1956, the bookmobile was up and running, and quite popular with library patrons. According to an old newspaper article from the Vancouver Herald from July 19, 1956, the total circulation of library materials in the bookmobile’s first four months of operation was approximately 45,000 – a number equal to a small branch library.

The Vancouver Public Library’s humble Collingwood library was connected to the bookmobile as the branch library was headquarters for the bookmobile and its book supply. The book stock on the bookmobile was approximately 2,000 books. However, the bookmobile could pull from its inventory of 18,000 books from its storage area at Collingwood library.

From its humble home in Renfrew-Collingwood, the bookmobile once operated five days a week and initially had a dozen weekly stops all over the city. According to a 1960 annual report from the Vancouver Public Library, consistently popular bookmobile stops included Kingsway and Fraser, 25th Avenue and Main Street, 54th Avenue and Elliot, 54th Avenue and Victoria and Commercial and Broadway.

This little book bus operated by the Vancouver Public Library could definitely be categorized as an important agent in the development of informal adult education here in Vancouver.

An article in the Province newspaper from April 4, 1972, chronicled that the Vancouver Public Library even began as the “ ‘New London Mechanics Institute,’ a recreation room and library for employees of Hastings Mill at the foot of Dunlevy” when education and learning was at a premium. Many of these mechanics institutes were the predecessors of more formal institutions of adult education.

Furthermore, a Vancouver Public Library annual report from 1956 revealed that “wheels have brought the Vancouver Public Library to thousands of people who do not have the advantage of branch library service nearby” and its success encouraged the bookmobile’s librarian to say that the city needed more branch libraries.

According to an existing article written by Nora Schubert, the bookmobile’s route ran past several seniors’ homes, reaching an audience that otherwise may have gone without library service.

The bookmobile may have had humble roots, but it was an agent of transformation for both informal adult learning in the city and for the evolution of the city’s library system.

Local resident and writer John Mendoza uncovered this Renfrew-Collingwood connection while looking at the history of adult education in Vancouver. This article was originally written as an assignment for the University of BC.

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Adult education time machine: Witnessing adult education in the photos of the City of Vancouver Archives


Originally written as an assignment for the University of BC, local resident and writer John Mendoza looks at the history of adult education in Vancouver and uncovers some East Vancouver connections.

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Ladies at driving education display in PNE B.C. building, 1954, photographer unknown, City of Vancouver Archives website

My assignment for a course in adult education at the University of British Columbia was to find photos that speak of adult education in a historical and contemporary setting. In finding photos, I wanted this challenge shaped by the desire to find something in the local community.

What would be in the City of Vancouver’s Archives that could articulate something about adult education? It was not an easy task to sift through numerous historical images, but slowly, four photos emerged. Of those four photos, two photos had definite links to the east side of Vancouver, specifically the Pacific National Exhibition.

Of the four photos, the two photos of adult learning opportunities captured after 1950 may seem unremarkable, but upon closer examination, reveal something far more complex. Both photos were created in the 1950s with only a one-year difference between them, and the name of the photographers are unknown.

Both photos were taken at the Pacific National Exhibition, affectionately known as the PNE. The PNE is an annual agricultural fair hosted at the Hastings Park site in East Vancouver, drawing both a rural audience from rural British Columbia and beyond, and an urban audience from the Lower Mainland. However, both photographic images forward the definitions of what adult education could be.

Both photos from the 1950s feature educational displays, where fairgoers could interact with the content any way they want. Also significant was the use of an agricultural fair as a place where learning could take place, transforming a popular attraction into “an agency of progress.” The driving display photo from 1954 was certainly timely; the end of the Second World War had ushered not only an emerging automobile culture, but also expanding opportunities for women.

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Crowd watching Kwakiutl (Kwakwaka’wakw) carver Ellen Neel working on a totem pole, 1953, photographer unknown, City of Vancouver Archives website

Most fascinating is the 1953 photo featuring Kwakwaka’wakw (Kwakiutl) artist Ellen Neel, the first female totem pole carver from the Northwest Coast. Here we have a woman from a First Nations background demonstrating a centuries old skill (once largely dominated by male artists) in front of a diverse audience. Both these photos from the 1950s show that learning could occur anywhere, even in a humble agricultural exhibition setting.

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Man and woman painting signs, likely attending School Board Night Classes, circa 1937, photograph by Stuart Thompson (1881-1960), City of Vancouver Archives website

The two other photos that I found speak of adult education in Vancouver before 1950.

The photos share some common characteristics. Both photos happen to be taken by photographer Stuart Thompson in 1937 as part of a series about the formal adult education sector. The two photos certainly reflected the realization that specialized labour was eclipsing unskilled, general labour. While both photos feature male students, one photo is especially telling with one female student featured in the sign painting class. It is a pertinent detail as the mindset concerning women and formal education had changed significantly since the end of the First World War.

Furthermore, that photo is significant in that women were not only choosing to pursue adult learning opportunities, but opportunities that might have been perceived as belonging to a masculine domain. Yet another way that the power differentials in the formal adult education class were changing is what is missing in both photos, and that is the instructor.

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Men in Headphones Learning Technical Skills, circa 1937, photograph by Stuart Thompson (1881-1960), City of Vancouver Archives website

The authority of the teacher had been supplemented by the bulky presence of the radios and the sign painting models and templates featured respectively in each photo. Learning was going beyond “chalk and talk,” and placing the learner’s experience at the centre.

What’s poignant about the photos is the skills featured prominently within them – radio operation, sign painting – have been largely relegated to history as newer technologies have replaced them.

The photos do not offer a complete chronicle of Vancouver’s adult education history – certain stories and diverse communities are missing in its representation. But the few photos do offer a modern path of an adult education culture pushing through the walls of the formal classroom and out into the larger community.

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Collingwood Corner: Joyce Street in 1914



If you live in the Joyce-Collingwood area you will have noticed the recent upgrades to the Skytrain station, and will be aware that big changes are coming over the next 20 years. I recently filled out a survey from the city asking what sort of shops and amenities I’d like to see along Joyce Street in the near future. I put down my suggestions and then I wondered what used to be here way back in 1914, when Joyce Street was first mentioned in Henderson’s Directory.

henderson-directoryJoyce Street was named after Abraham Joyce, a school trustee for Carleton Elementary from 1897 to 1898. I discovered a 1914 map of the Collingwood area in the Vancouver Archive website. By comparing the map with the 1914 directory of street names it’s interesting to note the changes and additions to the area.

For instance, the address for Collingwood Baptist Church is 617 Joyce near Price Road. But anyone familiar with this area knows it is located near Monmouth Avenue and the current address is 4847 Joyce, but in 1914 Monmouth Avenue didn’t exist.

By studying the BC Directories online (1860-1955) sponsored by the Vancouver Public Library, you will become something of a sleuth! The website is easy to navigate. Here is the link:

The 1914 directory lists residents and businesses with names of cross streets. There are names of the early settlers, along with many shops. A few are vacant, but there is a dry goods store near Archimedes, plus a Collingwood Electric Co., a grocer, and a Watson and Wood shoemakers.

Near Euclid there is a physician, three vacant stores, a shoemaker, a meat store, a barber and pool place, a dentist, a druggist and a dry goods store. Near Vanness there is an associated brokerage company, Fraser Brothers grocers, a postmaster, a Collingwood E. post office, a real estate agent, a bank of Vancouver Collingwood East branch, a restaurant, William H. and Son second hand dealer, a tailor, and even a Collingwood Theatre near Wellington Avenue.

Past Wellington there are homes plus Collingwood Baptist Church. I was amazed at the variety of businesses. Joyce Street had it all!

Near the west side of the Skytrain there was the Collingwood East station for the BCER tram that travelled from downtown Vancouver to New Westminster. Near Rupert Street the Collingwood West station was located, and near Boundary and Vanness the Park Street station was located.

These are shown on the 1914 map. There were also quite a few stations near Central Park, along the same track route that we now take on Skytrain to Metrotown Station in Burnaby.

Do you think the residents of Collingwood were better off in 1914? Or do you think that the future of Collingwood will compare to the variety of lifestyle once available here?

Loretta Houben is a longtime resident of Collingwood and coordinates the Seniors Connection section of the RCC News.

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Remembering Tony Siliverdis of Zorro’s Pizza


My father Eleftherios “Tony” Siliverdis was born in Kefalonia, Greece, on January 6, 1948. He worked the family farm and loved to hunt and fish on his time off as a youth. Due to political issues, the economic situation of Greece was unprosperous and this forced my grandparents to send my father to work on the ships from a young age. He did not finish high school but was a sharp as a razor.


After fulfilling his Greek Army conscription and spending time in the Greek Navy, he continued as a Merchant Marine. My father sailed all over the world: Japan, Argentina, Egypt, Philippines, Australia, India, the U.S., the U.K., Russia and Hong Kong are just some of the places he has stories of. Whether its black market trading in the Mediterranean Sea, love in Japan or a bar fight reminiscent of a Jackie Chan movie, there is always a lesson, a moral and a lot of hijinks.

My father’s adventures eventually brought him to Thompson, Manitoba, where hard work and cold-climate shock were alleviated by the lifestyle of the First Nations. It was there he finally felt a lifestyle close to nature that paralleled his life as a youth in Greece. These good times would be reflected in the art that hung on the walls at Zorro’s and in the friends he made along the way.

My father eventually moved to Vancouver where he worked in a smelting plant, as a carpenter and as a cook. At this time, he also met the love of his life, my mother Anna, through one of his oldest friends. My mother and father were inseparable when they weren’t working opposite shifts and often enjoyed time out together at Stanley Park.


Life wasn’t without hardship, and for a period of about four years, my father and mother did not enjoy steady employment, often being laid off or taken advantage of because they were poor and immigrants. It was during this time they moved from Vancouver to the projects in Richmond and back and there were days where they had no money to buy their baby milk to feed him.

I don’t know where my father got the information from but Zorro’s was looking for help in 1984 during its time under Terry. It was bleeding money by the day and its customer base was dwindling. My father got the job, cleaned the place up, turned the business around by 1987 and had purchased the store. My mother joined him and times started to turn around for us.

My father was a unique personality. He was very passionate about bringing happiness through cooking and he truly believed he made the best pizza in Vancouver.

Everyone from his enemies to his own blood relatives to him told him he would fail and that he would be begging them for his old jobs back but that only strengthened my father’s resolve to succeed.

Working was his disease and Zorro’s was both cure and anathema. He had poor work-life balance because without Zorro’s we would have nothing and being one of those “life examples” was worse than death. He was a stubborn man whose decisions led him to where he got and he owned them regardless of result. He was as in control of his destiny as one could be in this society and no one would take the reins from him.

My father had a charisma that allowed him to be the life of the party or bring calm to any business transaction. He inspired loyalty, family atmosphere and friendship.

One of his delivery drivers, Jim, still worked for him on the weekends because they got along like family.

My father was a brutally honest sort; politically incorrect without being malicious. He believed in self education and owned and read, multiple times, over 300 Greek and translated-to-Greek books on topics ranging from politics, history, religion, myths and cooking. He definitely was not religious and believed that it caused more problems than it solved, but would still wish others genuine blessings from the heart.

He remembered people by a combination of their orders, addresses and phone numbers and loved to use the excuse of “it’s my birthday” on any random day to give a free pop, topping or whatever to a customer because he was a bit of sensitive softy.

Customers loved his opinions on world events even if they were not likeminded.

Despite the mini-recession of the 1990s, my parents managed to become debt free and set up their children for success. Stuff started to turn around in the early 2000s again and business picked up, but by then my folks were tired and purposely kept the store’s performance down, even opting for a six-day work week. All they wanted to do was fish up the Sunshine Coast and enjoy a good barbecue ling cod.

What ultimately killed my father and put him on a life autopilot was the loss of my mother. They never left one another’s side until early onset Alzheimer’s landed her into a care home. My father stubbornly took care of her for approximately five years before tiring out and asking for a spot in a care home. He visited her almost every weekday and cooked lunch for her. He became jaded, bitter and sad because he was so old fashioned he could never talk about his feelings.

Gone was charismatic Tony and here was the annoying, stubborn, harder-to-live-with-than-normal Tony. The Tony who stopped reading books and watched reality television on his iPad, who didn’t take walks anymore and stopped eating right and never slept. The Tony whose heart stopped a day before his 69th birthday whilst he made tea to fight off the flu. I’m thankful that he had people around who missed him in a 30-minute span to check on him and thankful to those who performed CPR on him until first responders arrived. He didn’t even collect his pension. He missed out on meeting his second grandchild by three months.

My dad worked to make our lives better at expense of his own so we wouldn’t end up working in a pizza shop seven days a week 16 hours a day (at its peak) only to sleep four hours and do it all over again. He made sure we went to school so we would be able to go home at 6 o’clock and spend time with our kids so they wouldn’t grow to resent us for spending time with strangers instead of them and would do well in school because we would be able to help them with their homework.

Despite any of his later hardships he and my mother succeeded overall and the best we can do is try to learn from their mistakes.

Lastly, I would like to thank the friends and family that helped us obtain Zorro’s and the customers whose loyalty has sustained us through the last 34 years. It’s been a pleasure.

Tony is survived by his wife Anna, sons Jerry and Lukas, grandson Leandros and his unborn brother.

In memory of Eleftherios Siliverdis
January 6, 1948 – January 5, 2017

Tony and his wife Anna and their immediate family ran the business as their own from what I understood since 1987. I remember him telling me that he worked for the previous owner Terry before he bought the business.

Prior to Zorro’s, Tony was in the military and navy in Greece and was a merchant mariner and when he came to Canada he worked at various restaurants as a helper and made very little money. He borrowed some money from his sister in Greece to help fund his new venture.  is family struggled to put food on the table.

His son Jerry always jokingly complained that Tony never named a pizza after him. Actually, his son convinced his father after a few years to change one pizza’s name from Terry’s Special to Jerry’s Special but Tony always denied it.

Tony’s remark was, “Why would I name a pizza after you?”—and then we would all laugh.

I had ordered pizzas from Zorro’s before Tony owned it. Tony and Anna were always busy and I enjoyed talking to both of them as I waited for my pizza to be made. Anna was always the quiet one and would make the pizza if Tony was out delivering or needed a break or just wanted to talk to you about everything and nothing.

Tony would always greet me jovially, “How was your day?” and then we would talk about each other’s day and events in our life for about 10 minutes while he was preparing other customers orders until he was ready to take my order.

He already knew what you would probably order and if you phoned in he knew your house address.

He always was happy at making a living from making pizzas but finding out about your day was just as important to him.

He said to me that anybody could just pop in and say hello, it was not necessary to buy anything.

Many of his friends his age would drop in around 8 o’clock when business slowed down and shoot the breeze and talk about the day’s events.

He did have a garden at his house where he would grow herbs and tomatoes that were used in making the pizza sauce. He also would make his own dough the night before for the next day and form them into pizza shells.

He enjoyed reading in general and especially about native people in Canada and the U.S. and that is why he had Aboriginal pictures and artifacts on the wall.

When the summer Greek festival was first started, he would take some needed time off.

It was more tiring and lonely when his wife could no longer help him because of a medical illness.

He said that even if he was tired he could still make it to work. He was there till the end. He commented that he would visit his wife in the care home every day before he went to work and bring her food that she liked. Even on his one day off—a Monday—he would still work by shopping or preparing for the upcoming week.

If you asked him for his opinion he would honestly tell you, be it good or bad. If you didn’t like the pizza his temper would also show up. If you wanted to have a lively discussion, talk about the church. As you walked out the door, he would bless you—with the sign of the cross, of course.

It was our family tradition to buy a pizza from him for our birthday parties … or just to enjoy thick pizza.

I watched as neighbouring businesses came and went. I never thought I would see Zorro’s go.

God placed his final order … to go.

─ Danni Favaro

What can I say about Tony and Zorro’s Pizza? A whole lot.

When I was a kid I used to ride my bike down to Zorro’s (at 4453 Boundary), eat garlic bread, drink a coke and play pinball, which later became video games. My family ordered from Zorro’s all the time, but when Tony took over, the whole game changed as suddenly we went from cardboard pizza to the best pizza in Vancouver.

But it wasn’t only the pizza that made Zorro’s it was Tony himself. He had an outgoing personality that was larger than life and beyond old school.

Later in life though I had moved out of the ’hood, I was still faithful at any chance I could get to visit him and eat one of his masterpieces.

I’d tell him about my tours with the Black Halos and as he was once a touring sailor he understood and loved to hear of my adventures. He’d often be reading a book on subjects such as history, religion and politics and would discuss the state of world with a brash yet wise tongue like no other I’ve ever encountered.

I recently attended his memorial service and the turnout was an amazing array of people from all cultures and walks of life, which goes to show how he was more than just a guy making incredible pizza. As Tony was Greek my father always called it Zorbas pizza (which is very fitting with Tony’s personality and wisdom) and before the services I decided to read up on the proper etiquette for a Greek funeral. I read that the proper thing to say is “may your memory be eternal.”

This statement rings true as both he and his incredible culinary art will never be forgotten by me.

I still wish I could hear that voice and order a large Jerry’s Special, hold the mushrooms.

But all I’m left with are some photographs, a menu, a t-shirt I had printed not long before he left and a take-out order full of memories.

─ Billy Hopeless (a Windermere grad – now famous punk rocker)

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