John Bocchi: Prankster With a
a top broker's panache, John Bocchi presented himself as
if to say, Either you love me or you don't.
He would pull up next to you in his Porsche &emdash; a
911 &emdash; flip the bird, grin, and take off in the
wind. Once, Mr. Bocchi drove by as a friend was loading
his golf clubs into his car. Friend goes into the house.
Comes out: clubs gone!
The two search frantically. Friend calls the New
Vernon, N.J., police. They take one long look at their
buddy, John. Who grins and finally produces the clubs
from his trunk.
Michele Bocchi loved him through 16 years of pranks,
parties, Ferrari and Porsche shows, moves around New
Jersey, Wall Street promotions (at 38, a managing
director at Cantor Fitzgerald) and this year's 35-pound
weight loss. Loved the father in him, who came home
Friday nights with pizza for Matthew, 9; Nicholas, 7;
Michael, 3; and Paul, the baby. His suggestion for the
new license plate: "Boys 'R' Us." Only one thing she
wanted to change: he chewed ice. Drove her nuts.
"And now that's what I miss," she says. "The nights
are lonely. I would give anything to hear that chomp,
chomp, chomp again."