Monday morning my mom called me at the school and told me that a childhood friend passed away. His name was Michael Giandrea. I met him in third grade, and were close until our early twenty’s when we both went in different directions (He went to vegas, I started traveling to Martial Arts Tournaments. We both drove our parents crazy, especially during our teen years. Our parents were the ones who always drove us to the movies, and had everyone over our houses for dinner. Mike was the assistant casino manager of a major casino in Las Vegas. While driving home from work, a drunk driver was on the opposite side of the road and killed him instantly.
It was shocking to hear this tragic story and I would like to send my condolences to his family. If you knew Mike please send me an email. I would like to make a section on my blog in remembrance of him. He was my first friend when I moved from South Philadelphia to New Jersey. I grew up with him, and considered him one of my best friends. I’m going to miss you Mike, but I will always m all the fun times we shared together. You were always the center of attention, and I will never forget when you came to my window to borrow a pair of “Z Cavarrici” pants I had because my mom would flip out if she new I would let you or Bob borrow my clothes.
I remember playing whiffle ball with you, Doug Smith, Bob Kahler, Ryan Landers, at your house like every day. I remember eating bagels and Ice Tea every morning in the summer at your house. I remember watching all the Mike Tyson Fights at my house or yours. I remember when we would get in fights for hanging around each other too much. I remember you dad always driving us to the movie. I remember me, you , Bob, Shivers, and a whole bunch of girls listening to “Mill Vanilli” all night in my basement, one of the best nights ever.
I remember the night Scott Landers, and Dave Taylor saved us from the “Deptoford Township Posse” and by the way. you started it. LOL….. But that was a crazy night. I remember the night when the “Fam” came to your house and was looking for you. Man, we shared so many times together. But I so Happy to talk to your Dad today and hear that you were doing so well with your life. He was so proud of you, I am so proud of what you did with your life. There were hundreds of people and old friends today in remembrance of you.