"I'll never forget how he thought I had taken his prayer beads. It hurt a lot to think he thought I would do such a thing. So I made him a new strand out of rare african trade beads. I hope he liked them and the green hat I gave him."

"He always spoke of his mother and sisters. I met his sisters, one was named Olga I think. The house there in Tehran was more like a museum to me than a house. On my way to India my Swedish girlfreind and I were lucky he let us spend a night. As usual he was the perfect host and perfect gentleman."

"I met him as a typist at Dimco Contracting on Kuche Sirk in Tehran. The first time I saw him I was so impressed I was speechless. It was no different at the end when I last saw him in New York City. Awe........respect. He was the man of the century to me and to others I am sure."

"There he is that strong tall man who eventually became so interested in Russian antiques. I would run all over New York City just looking for Russian antiques for him. I found a Faberge duck. Next time I saw it; it was broken to bits. Costas told me of how once he broke his mother's dishes while drinking. He was a real Greek, for sure."

"I had lunch with Costas at this time period. I remember it very well. I was dressed in green and towered over the Greek Navy man who we had lunch with. Those were the days my freinds we thought they'd never end; we sang and dance forever and a day. we played the games we choose; we fought and never loose. oh yes those were the days (old son)"