My fondest memory was when he took my dad Bill and I up to East Canyon fishing. We all had a blast trying to see who could catch the most fish! As evening approached we cooked up some hot dogs, my dad and Uncle Tony may have had a little to much " kool-aid" and one of them fell into the lake! What was even funnier than that was the other brother fell in as well trying to help the other one out! My brother and I couldn't stop laughing but all in all it was a memorable time especially because I had to drive us home! Rest easy Uncle Tony, you will be missed "bud!"