Ned Martini

Mike and I were good friends at Redwood and beyond. After Redwood I went to UC Santa Barbara and he went to Pepperdine in LA. He'd often pick me up on his way between LA and Marin for school holidays. I remember once he picked me up in the wee small hours and we talked for hours and watched the sun come up over King City. Later when I worked in downtown San Francisco I'd often drop in and see him at John Walker & Co or we'd party at "Fat City", the Tiburon house he lived in during the 70s. 

He was a great guy and I'll miss him. Please rest in peace, old friend. 

Sorry to hear of Sue's passing. The first word that comes to mind when I think of her is "fun". She was so cheerful and I always enjoyed her company.

Posted on: May 20, 2021 at 6:43 AM

Good to hear from you after all these decades. I figured you'd been abducted by aliens. Hope to see you at the next reunion, if not before.

Duncan and I were friends at Redwood and stayed in touch for decades afterward. In the early 70s I was working in San Francisco and he was working at his father’s tailor shop downtown. That was so long ago that it was still possible to have a business making custom men’s suits. We’d have lunch 2 or 3 times a week. During my motorcycle phase Duncan and I bought motorcycles from each other, built racing bikes and worked on many projects together. He had a skill at fabrication and always brought a fresh approach to any task.

I was once in Amsterdam looking for a motorcycle magazine in English. I picked up a copy of Cycle World and there was a picture of Duncan in a custom tailored suit, advertising that Yamaha motorcycles were up to his high standards. I laughed so loud it drew stares from the other customers.

One of his many skills was music. He was an excellent guitar player with a light, delicate touch. I last saw him a couple of years ago when I invited him over for lunch and we had a great chat about old and new times. I’ll miss him, he was definitely one of a kind.

Duncan and I were friends at Redwood and stayed in touch for decades afterward. In the early 70s I was working in San Francisco and he was working at his father’s tailor shop downtown. That was so long ago that it was still possible to have a business making custom men’s suits. We’d have lunch 2 or 3 times a week. During my motorcycle phase Duncan and I bought motorcycles from each other, built racing bikes and worked on many projects together. He had a skill at fabrication and always brought a fresh approach to any task.

I was once in Amsterdam looking for a motorcycle magazine in English. I picked up a copy of Cycle World and there was a picture of Duncan in a custom tailored suit, advertising that Yamaha motorcycles were up to his high standards. I laughed so loud it drew stares from the other customers.

One of his many skills was music. He was an excellent guitar player with a light, delicate touch. I last saw him a couple of years ago when I invited him over for lunch and we had a great chat about old and new times. I’ll miss him, he was definitely one of a kind.

Dave and I were friends at Redwood and over the years saw each other on the ferry on those occasions when we both worked in San Francisco at the same time. He was a unique personality and was always a pleasure to talk to. I've never known anyone quite like him and will miss him.

Perri and I were good friends at Redwood. She was kind and sweet and not just pretty, but beautiful through and through. She will be missed.