Welcome to Spit Toon's Saloon. We're more than a place; we're a state of mind--and two books, too.

THE FAMILY TOON

In a matter of seconds in a previous century, an immigration officer at Ellis Island shortened the family name of my grandfather from Tonacchio to Toon -- and voilà -- I lost a part of me before I was me. And that is why I have always believed that I have been dancing to a different tune all my life.

To me, Toon does not sound quite as lyrical as Tonacchio. The oon sound seems to emit a hint of a whine or a groan. This may all be due, in part or entirety, to my tin ear. But whatever the reason, I have lived my life on a taut trampoline of bouncing memories from which I catch the melodies in the symphonic fugue of the family Toon. I call these melodies "Spit tunes,"and I try to orchestrate them into my life. 

So, if you're willing to give my Spit tunes a listen, maybe you and your partner can take a few turns on the dance floor here at Spit Toon's Saloon.