The Official Website of Tony Castro
American Historian and Bestselling Author
Friends with whom I grew up or who know the story of how I was almost thrown into a special education classroom in the second grade often marvel that I’ve built a life with words. They shake their heads and say, “It’s a miracle you’re a writer.”
People often ask me which is my favorite out of all the books I’ve written, and I always reply that books are like children–you love them all equally but differently. Why didn’t they use some? Maybe those singers that they used in that thing we’re well known but I had heard of one of them I think out of the three or four that they used.
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.
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.
From the debut of “Magnum PI” in 1980, Hollywood began an unrequited love affair with the Ferrari, objectifying, worshipping it and turning it into a glorified sex symbol much as it did Marilyn Monroe.
Here’s a photo from the Biltmore Hotel ballroom stage just as the presenters announced Tony winning the Los Angeles Press Club feature writing award.