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It was a Wednesday afternoon I was driving to Danbury to go to the office and I get a phone call from Teri that her dad is having trouble talking and he is refusing to allow Amanda to call an ambulance. So she called her mother and Teri was called and I was called. I don’t think it mattered in retrospect. Tony stopped breathing and an ambulance was called. His pace maker kept him alive until paramedic got to the house and restarted his heart. He was taken to the hospital in Nyack where he stayed for about a week, giving people who loved him time to make peace with the fact that he was going to join his wife June for some stuffed peppers and have a big family dinner that Sunday like the Laudiero clan has not been able to muster here down on earth for a good many years. He will be sorely missed.