Angus passed away on September 21, 2016, due to a sudden heart attack. Angus was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but moved to Maryland at a young age and attended Bethesda-Chevy Chase High School. Known as Tony in high school, he thoroughly enjoyed his days as a football player and Saint. After B-CC Angus attended The University of Hawaii.
Angus tried a number of careers early on, but finally settled on one that would allow him to use his gift of gab and wit—automobile sales. Angus used relationship selling techniques well before anyone knew what that was; focusing on the customer (not the product) and developing a relationship with the buyer came naturally to him. Angus made so many friends in his 32 years within the automobile industry, including numerous repeat customers. As an adult Angus spent many evenings playing softball with a very special group of guys. The relationships developed during those ball games still exist today, as they all traded their bats in for golf clubs—Go Lawnboys!
Angus enjoyed playing golf and tennis, spending time with friends and family, and always laughing. He was a Nationals and Redskin fan, although Peyton Manning could do no wrong.
Angus is survived by his wife of 24 years, Donna McKinnon and their children Matt and Meagan McKinnon. He will forever be remembered by his siblings, Greg McKinnon, Jeremy McKinnon, Kathy (McKinnon) Kotcella, and Michael McKinnon, as well as their children and countless other friends and family whom were blessed to know him.
Angus was a much-loved member of the class of '61, known for his warmth and wit. He loved the Class of '61, serving on the Reunion Committee during its entire existence. He touched the lives of many people and maintained his trademark sense of humor all the way to the end.
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September 27, 2016
A REMEMBRANCE OF TONY MCKINNON
Oh no! Our wonderful Tony, alias Angus, has left us.
Tony and I slogged through Leland and BCC together. We lived just a couple of blocks apart behind BCC and spent considerable time goofing off together. We often played sports on the Lynbrook Elementary School grounds, just up the block, where tennis courts and a big field for baseball and football were found. I especially recall us playing maulball football in the snow and mud. I also recall us beating each other silly wearing boxing gloves in my basement. Oh, and his black lab unfailingly and menacingly chased me up his street as I biked past.
We walked to a lot of parties together, exercising our naughtiness on the way. We’d walk up to a liquor store on Wisconsin Avenue and search out one of the local drunks to buy us malt liquor, our favorite because it had more punch than regular beer and came in smaller and more readily concealed cans. Walking to the party, we’d get trashed, and I recall that good old Tony always remembered to pull out the gum as we got there, as we forswore to keep secret our boozy state.
Tony had so many wonderful qualities, but in addition to his warmth and generosity, one that especially stood out was his delight in making people laugh. And at that, he was pure genius. A whole gang of us would take in afternoon movies at the Hiser or Bethesda, and at then seemingly appropriate moments in the films, Tony would make a hilarious high-pitched staccato sound with his throat, bringing down the house of mostly teenagers.
Only last week, I noticed that Tony was not on the list of those signed up for our 55th reunion. I contacted Barbara Johnson to see if she had news. She suggested I phone. I did so, but it didn’t pick up and I left a message indicating that it was not conceivable to have the reunion without him. Several months back, I had been in touch with Donna during his serious health crisis and knew he was no longer at the peak of great health, but after he pulled through that, I presumed he would long continue to keep us company and in mirth (He’d make fun of me for using such a word!).
I didn’t have the privilege of seeing much of Tony in recent years. We talked of playing tennis together, but never did. He lived across the river in some alien distant land. We always greeted each other with big hugs. I’ll miss them and everything else wonderful about dear Tony. My heart and deepest sympathies go out to Donna and their two children and to all others who had the privilege of knowing our dear Tony.
Jon Wisman
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PENN ROBINSON REMEMBERS TONY MCKINNON
Appreciation of Angus Anthony McKinnon
Tony McKinnon and I grew up as friends and neighbors on Sleaford Place in Bethesda. His family lived two houses down the hill from mine. We played baseball in the street after school and enjoyed many of the same B-CC and social activities. Tony was always kind, honest, unfiltered and funny. And he loved to tease anyone who entered his orbit. I would be willing to bet that he was the best car salesman ever. Who could refuse to buy a car from Tony McKinnon?
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