I remember  when I met Al. It must have been in about 1966 at Florida Downs. He was looking for a trainer for his broken down race horse. It turned out to be a life long friendship. Al held Baby John before Joe did. Al was driving back to the city from Detroit and stopped in East Bloomfield to see us. Al was an unique; one of a kind. He always said Joe was one of kind. Ithinkthat was why they got along so well. They both Loved horse racing and horses. I miss you Al. I hope there is a Race Track in Heaven!