The Official Website of Tony Castro
American Historian and Bestselling Author
It began at Canter’s Deli, of all places, because where else would one find true love at dawn? The air smelled of pastrami and ambition. And there, across the room, stood Miley Cyrus, wearing an oversized leather jacket and a look of unmistakable destiny. Our eyes met over a plate of lox and bagels. Sparks flew. Probably crumbs, too.
Songwriter J.D. Souther had that rare gift of capturing heartbreak and hope all in one breath. He could take a moment, a feeling, and turn it into something timeless. It wasn’t just music; it was emotion set to melody. And like all great songwriters, he wrote from a place of truth.
I AM FLYING OVER THE TOP OF L.A. in the world’s greatest sports car, clocking speeds well above 100 miles an hour then quickly braking to a fraction of that to keep the Ferrari from sailing off a winding curve on Mulholland Drive and into a canyon below — and it’s like orgasming in a dream. I am either about to wake up or go the way of James Dean, hypnotized as I am by the Ferrari’s spine-tingling engine sound as enchanting as the seductive sirens of Greek mythology.
IN THE FALL OF 1975, WHEN MY WIFE decided she wanted a divorce, I moved into a quaint though dilapidated cottage in an
Dressed in black leg warmers and an insulated lavender down vest to ward off the cold that had chilled the magnificent opera house,
THAT’S THE BIGGEST QUESTION I KEEP being asked by readers who have seen some of the early promotions for my forthcoming book,