Jim Vann
I didn't get a Christmas card, letter, and car pic from Andy this year. For over 20 years his was always the first to arrive, without fail. So I searched records, and found this. I'm so sorry, my condolences to the family. I met Andy in about 1969 I think. We were both attending the U of A. We rode motorcycles together and talked cars. When we graduated he got on is Norton, me on my Harley and we took a month long trip to San Diego to see his aunt then up to LA where I had a friend, then to San Francisco, Reno, Lake Tahoe, and a zig zag south through the Sierra's finally ending up in 29 Palms where his engine seized up and he had to call his dad to come get him. That trip turned out to be a moment in life never to be forgotten. He showed me my first Tarantula as he picked it up and asked if I wanted to hold it. His dad took us fishing at Patagonia Lake, and to the old ranch in Klondike at Aravaipa Canyon. I'm 76 now, all those years gone by.