Tokyo and I met in the early 1970’s and remained friends until his illness no longer allowed him to correspond. We had the same taste in music, science fiction, and archeology. When he found out I was reading King Conan, he came over the next day with a present, the first book he gave me, Conan The Conqueror. Tok would often come over with a handful of comic books for me to enjoy while we listened to music. Years later, through social media we were able to listen to music together once again, as every day we would send each other tunes to listen to and he would fill me in on the latest archaeological discovery. An unexpected delight, the last book he gave me, was a signed copy of his book Westward Strange: Tall Tales of Western Mystery. I will treasure it as I did our friendship.