Food had been left on the table, their beloved dogs were left outside with no food or water, and there was $80,000 in a bank account. That wasn’t the Joey that I had helped raise, albeit for just five years. People and authorities were baffled I sure was. Five days later, their car was found in a parking lot adjacent to the Mexican border, giving an impression that their disappearance may have been voluntary. On February 4, 2010, Joey, his wife Summer McStay, and their sons Gianni McStay, age 4, and Joseph Jr McStay, age 3, went missing from their Fallbrook, California home. I recall Greta and I seeing Joey and his family at Sonny’s Pizza.
From time to time, I’d see one or more of the McStays around town. In 2001, I leased my Dana Point home and moved to San Clemente to live with Greta. She once said to me, “Blood is thicker than water.” She and the boys moved to San Clemente. We moved again, this time to Monarch Beach, even closer to the ocean so the boys could walk to Salt Creek Beach to surf. In 1988, I opened Tutor and Spunky’s Deli in Dana Point. Joey and Mikey graduated from Dana Hills High School. A few weeks later, Susan and I married at the Courthouse in Santa Ana. We moved our belongings in a U-Haul truck, with Joey and Susan following behind, driving a car. I’m putting the San Rafael home on the market.” I called Susan and said: “Pack your bags. One day, I found a new home in Laguna Niguel, and decided to buy it. In my business travels, I checked out Orange County, California. I was ready for a location change as well. Her boys wanted to live in “So-Cal,” where they could surf. Susan didn’t like living in Marin County she felt people there weren’t as friendly as in Texas.
“I’m at San Francisco Airport, can you pick me up?” He had come to California without notice, entirely on his own. Less than 24 hours later, Joey McStay called his mom. I got on the line, and said to Joey, “Someday, I hope to meet you,” having no idea when that would be. A few months later, Joey and Susan were talking on the phone.
I called her Spunky, because that’s what she was.Ībout a year later, Susan and Mikey moved to San Rafael to live with me. She had two teenage boys: Mikey, who lived with her, and Joey, who lived with his stepdad in Houston. A long-distance relationship between Dallas and San Rafael, California, where I lived, began. In 1986, I met Susan McStay in Texas while on a business trip. “On Life and Love after 50” e-Newsletter – January 11, 2019 By Columnist Tom Blake – Orange County California
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