I, like quite a few of you, was able to come to Rick's funeral. What a sad occassion. That big, always smiling face and the fingers that seemed almost always to be hyperextended - and the ER-ER! that went along with the fingers - was reduced to a slide show, mostly of a person few of us recognized. I think I'll choose to remember him doing the Twist at one of Kenton's parties
For those of us who's first introduction to a pool table in Rick's basement, I'm sure you can remember standing on milk crates to be high enough to reach over the table. At NHS, a ride (at something slightly above the speed limit) to New Paris, Ohio in Rick's Chevy just for a chance to drink 3-2 beer between football practices is another of those high school legends never to be forgotten.
I'm sitting here looking at our 6th grade picture. Not surprisingly, Rick is standing just to the left of Mr. Overstreet. Judy Edge Stice is to his right, and Sam Schernekau is just in front of Rick. It's hard to think that we were ever that young.
I probably owe Rick most of my adult happiness; if he hadn't needed someone to double-date with while I was home on my way to Viet Nam, I might never have walked up the street and asked another of our classmates for a date.
John Eads
I, like quite a few of you, was able to come to Rick's funeral. What a sad occassion. That big, always smiling face and the fingers that seemed almost always to be hyperextended - and the ER-ER! that went along with the fingers - was reduced to a slide show, mostly of a person few of us recognized. I think I'll choose to remember him doing the Twist at one of Kenton's parties
For those of us who's first introduction to a pool table in Rick's basement, I'm sure you can remember standing on milk crates to be high enough to reach over the table. At NHS, a ride (at something slightly above the speed limit) to New Paris, Ohio in Rick's Chevy just for a chance to drink 3-2 beer between football practices is another of those high school legends never to be forgotten.
I'm sitting here looking at our 6th grade picture. Not surprisingly, Rick is standing just to the left of Mr. Overstreet. Judy Edge Stice is to his right, and Sam Schernekau is just in front of Rick. It's hard to think that we were ever that young.
I probably owe Rick most of my adult happiness; if he hadn't needed someone to double-date with while I was home on my way to Viet Nam, I might never have walked up the street and asked another of our classmates for a date.
Another of our classmates to keep in our prayers.
jse nhs'62