We are sorry to announce that on August 21, 2025, our lifelong friend and Caribou cohort Ken Furlano, passed away at age 79, after battling a long time illness. Arrangements are pending. 
We welcome any written words or photos on behalf of Kenny that you would care to share. I know I have a few stories that will appear shortly. Please submit anything to: 

This page will also feature photos and thoughts on other Furlano members, including Kenny's older sister, Tonie Furlano Graber, 
and Kenny's mother, Bertha Furlano.  

Below are some thoughts from Pam Healy





What do you do when you get the call that one of your best friends has passed? This was a tough one. The memories are beyond comprehension, in more than one way. Our friend, Kenny, passed last night. For many of you, he was your first grade buddy, for me, he was my first double date buddy, to be exact on June 1, 1963. Kane at the wheel in his white Pontiac, Kenny and his gal in the back. It was a long way to Disneyland, so Kenny and gal had lots of time to get it on. As Kane would use his rearview mirror to see the action, I was clueless. That was the night that I met Kenny, not the typical Catholic jock, but a Greaser Boy. He broke the mold & played it out. As years passed, Kenny proved that he was one of the most loyal, loving, friends ever. Never a bad word said about anyone. Never a hint of suspicion that who he met, or picked up, or befriended, may have baggage. We met Kenny’s “characters,” many of whom became lifelong friends. And the memories…I had the pleasure to drive with him in his “dumped or dago” Ford, whichever it was, down to pick up Kane from the Newport jail. But never to forget, along the way, we enjoyed to tunes vibrating off of his homemade turntable (literally, a record player), below the front dash. Next up, was Kane and Kenny showing up to visit me in Portland, the Catholic university, where everyone was supposed to be pious. Lo & Behold, all my friends thought these two guys were hip & cool, especially when Kenny thought it generous to share his POT. Believe me, no one on that campus smoked, let alone was exposed to the “evil weed.” Reefer Madness had visited. Of course the boys thought nothing of it all. Kenny relished the great fun seeing the Catholic girls stoned. Kenny, the Master Carpenter, was in charge of building our two houses in Grass Valley, but it didn’t end there. It was a must for him to see what was going down on Maui, so he could put his carpentry skills into our fixer. He came, he saw, he conquered. Kenny’s friends and family were his everything. If I were to call it, as many of you would agree, he was all about unconditional love, take it to the limit, worry-free lifestyle. The “Greaser turned Hipster” sailed through life on raw love from everyone who knew him. One of his favorite lines, “Fair Enough,” says it all. Kenny saw everyone and everything through rose tinted glasses, without judgement. Many of you have plenty of stories to share. Please do. I think we all learned a little something about life from Kenny. He will be missed.

A HUI HO,

Pam Healy


Here's a great old photo of Kenny and Kane hanging out at LeMac Cottages in South Shore Lake Tahoe, where proprietors Duane and Pat McDuffee put Kenny in charge of maintenance and room rentals. How could that ever go wrong with these two?


Above and below: 
Some photos submitted by Sandie Furlano from their marriage in New Zealand


It impossible to think of any phase of Jeff or Gene Meyer’s lives without Ken Furlano in it: childhood paper delivery, (Van Nuys News and Valley Green Sheet), little league, St Elisabeth Elementary School, Notre Dame High School, then a transfer to Alemany High and graduation, Lake Tahoe, Colorado, Hawaii, New Zealand, Grass Valley. An experienced carpenter, he traveled and worked everywhere.  Through it all, he remained the same friend. If true wealth is measured in friends you have, then Ken Furlano was a rich guy. In his younger days, he had a son, Jamie. Later he met Sandie in New Zealand, they married, built a house in Grass Valley, (Did I say that Ken was a Master carpenter?), and raised a family, (Nicole, Fletcher, and Monique). Three years ago, Ken worked and lived in Ventura for 6 months, (with his wonderful dog, Tess), so all his friends in Ventura had a chance to spend time with him.  

My wife Veda and I send our condolences to all the Furlano Family at the passing of our lifelong buddy, Kenny. So long, pal, say Hi to your Mom for me, and I’m sure you can score some cigarettes from Bill Butler or Marshall Brewster.

Gene Meyer

Kenny and Gene watch and listen while Tom explains a poker rule, 
making him the winner!


Valley Schoolmates
 John, Jeff, Dennis, Paul, and Kenny 
setting up the campsite for a Caribou Campout.



Below: Ken enjoys a day on the Pacific at the helm of Perfect, Terry's "Fishing" boat, while Dennis pretends to be watching out for danger. 


Old friends. St Elisabeth Elementary School survivors 
Cheryl, Kenny, and Kathy 
enjoy a reunion campout


Vintage Photo. St Elisabeth Little League Champions,1956 
Can you find Kenny? Many old familiar faces. 
We will reveal the lineup at end of this page. 


Our winner of best photo of Kenny. Here a baseball birthday party on Willis Avenue in the 50's. I can spot Mike LaRoque, Joe Payette John Moutes, Dick Brumbaugh, and Kenny. Who else? 
By the way, see the kid standing wearing the shirt with SES on it? Those were our awful St Elisabeth School school uniforms. UGH!


The siblings: Ken and Tonie Furlano at our Caribou Campout.


Gene and Veda greet Kenny's older sister, Tonie Furlano Graber, who passed away in 2022 after she accidently fell in her home. Note to Caribou: 
Stay Vertical! 
We miss Tonie very much!



Below, here's Tonie Ann and Ken's cousin, Teresa Villarino, 
a lifelong San Fernando Valley friend of all who knew Kenny.


Graduation from St Elisabeth Catholic School in Van Nuys. Nice haircuts on these boys. Vicki, Tom and Kenny all in there. 



Below: Liflong friends and sports nuts Kane Healy, Paul Atkinson, Jeff Meyer, Ken Furlano, anf Joe Payette enjoy a reunion party in Napa.
Survivors and classmates through 8 grueling years of Catholic school,
Kane Healy, Joe Payette, Tom Campbell, Ken Furlano, Vicki Ebert Maro, 
Jan Wesslehoff McLaughlin, Paul Atkinson, Jeff Meyer 


Kenny gives some tips to Kyle at a Caribou Beach Campout, where he answers that critical question, 
"Do they still call it plumb and level down in New Zealand?"


At the helm



Maui boys go to da beach. 
Kane Healy, Tom Campbell, Pat Leahy, Kenny, and John Sindoni


Above and Below
Ken Furlano holds his MVP trophy from 
the North South Legends softball game held in Meadow Vista in 1997.
The crowd in Bob Lemma's garage listens to Kenny's acceptance speech for being named MVP of the Legends of the North South Softball Celebration.


Tonie Furlano, Ed Flynn and Jeannie Atkinson McDuffee hang out and talk of their childhoods, (which many of us are still experiencing).


Ken and Tom relax in Dennis Watson's backyard. 

What a Caribou Poker Group
 Ken F, Jeff M, Dennis W, Tom C, Paul A, Gene M, 
Chuck C, Terry C, not sure, and Rudy H



Ken Furlano Legend in both hemispheres!
Requia scat en pacem
Rest in Peace, pal.










See Little League Photo below




Top row L to R Edward Trivison, John Wolter, Dennis Naylon, awesom Coach Tony Sortino, Dick Perry, Jeff Meyer, Gene Meyer, William Meyer (no relation). Front row: Al Trivison,  Richard Paulson, Jimmy Keene, Gary Sortino, Mike Trumbo, John Moutes. Ken Furlano, Bob Kinnaman, and Tom Campbell.