I just received this remarkable letter from Ron's co-counsel, Louie Sepe, on a long-standing case they defended. At Louie's suggestion, I am sharing this information. Jan Seabold Bradley( Ronnie's sister)

We were introduced by a mutual friend to Ron and Mark Montpas in May, 1988, just a couple of months before we married. They were sitting on the sand at Venice Beach, in their swim trunks, working hard, reading briefs. Wearing them and reading them. Peter told them their beach bags were obviously California briefcases. They were the quintessential California Dudes

We had a weekend of fun with them and felt we’d known them forever. That fall, after our wedding, a friend in NYC had a post nuptial party for us. The California Dudes flew in for it and we had another great weekend with them.
Time and distance didn’t seem to interfere. The test of a true friendship, and character, is that you can always pick up where you left off. That was true of Ron. 

Always up for a joke, usually at his expense: At Mark and Eileen’s wedding, he somehow managed to enter the room just as Peter was introducing, for the first time, the newly married couple. He walked through the entire room, chuckling as the crowd cheered. Big laughs. Later, when I had people sign the program, just under the headline ‘The Wedding of Eileen and Mark’, Ron signed it ‘featuring Ron’.

He was one of a kind. He had a great ‘talent to amuse’. We miss him already.

Diane and Peter, Toronto

As most of you might know, Ron and I shared a few houses over the course of about ten years. When you live in the same house with someone for that long, you do get to know them pretty well. Ron and I, along with another friend, Greg Picco, also owned a sailboat together which we enjoyed sailing around the harbor in San Pedro and numerous trips over to Catalina. 

But the story that I want to tell you all is one that not many people know about. It happened around thanksgiving in the early 1980’s. Ron and I were sitting around the house and suddenly one of us got the brilliant idea to fly off to Las Vegas!  

So we drove to the airport and got on a flight that took us to Vegas, landing there very late, perhaps midnight or so. We hopped in a cab and said “take us to the strip”, which he did. Now Ron had never played the game of craps, and asked me to teach him how to play.  Being the numbers person that he was, he caught on fast and we settled down to a table, drinks in hand!  As luck would have it, we both did extremely well and were enjoying the free drinks when all of a sudden, there was a huge hand placed on our shoulders. Turning around we found ourselves looking straight into the eyes of one extremely large gentleman who inquired as to where we were staying and what we were doing in his establishment. 

We said that we just flown in from L.A. and weren’t staying anywhere at the moment. He then asked us if he could comp us to a show and a room, if we wanted!!  As it turns out, on our way in, we had seen an advertisement for a show with Bobby Berosini’s chimps—which included “Clyde” from the recent Clint Eastwood movies “Any which way you can” and “Any which way but loose”—both of which that Ron and I just loved and had seen way more than once!  We had remarked how fun that would be to see him in person and here was a guy telling us that he was going to get us in to see the show for free!!

So, of course we accepted his offer to see the show and he led us right down to the front table and told the waitress to take care of us!  I don’t know that we ever laughed so hard in our collective lives. 

After the show, we jumped back in a cab, went back to the airport and flew home—I think we probably got back within twelve hours of when we had left. I think I also remember looking at each other on the way back home and remarking “did that really just happen”?

You know that you have a special friendship when all of the best stories in your life begin by saying “I remember this one time, that me and my friend, Ron did this or that”. 

Ron and I went on many more trips together in those years—but that one trip I think had pretty much been kept secret until now. 

And then there was this other time that my friend, Ron and I . . . Well, that story isfor another time. 

Rest easy my friend.