Vic was a dear friend of my father, Dick Griffiths.  They worked together at Pacific Bell and drove to SF together in one of the most “reckless” and infamous carpools ever!  I remember Vic from my own PacBell days and can still remember his impish sense of humor, “New Yawk” accent and genuine smile.  My condolences to your family.

My wife Carolyn and I first met Vic and Sandy at the Danville Bowl in 1983. We ended up teaming up together and had several fun years of weekly league bowling.  At the same time, Vic and Vern Neller and I played together in golf and poker.  We loved to take each other’s money along with weekly bragging rights.  The play and talk were fierce, bizarre, and comical…all at the same time.  I once compared Vic to  Lee Travino, a professional golfer known as the Merry Mex, who talked a lot as he played.  I said to Vic, “Hey, Vic, are you sure you’re not related to Lee Travino?  Esposito sounds a lot like Travino.  Are you really Mexican?”  He replied, “Hey, you ask the Goodfellas who I am.  You as the Mafia who I am.  They’ll tell ya I’m a New Yawk Italian!”  Vic absolutely loved his Italian heritage and gloried in being a tough street kid from Brooklyn.  The truth is that Vic was a kind and gentle man who had a gift for making people happy to be around him.  He was a born storyteller and jokester.  It was our great pleasure knowing and being with Vic and Sandy all these many years.  
Tom and Carolyn Whalen