I remember Dick. Mostly in 7th and 8th grade, wearing his army green surplus parka, throwing that little football to a crowd of us in the parking lot across 29th from the Church. 50 and some years ago now I remember more of the earlier years but not later, as our large family moved across town at the end of my 8th grade.
He had a great smile, crinkle lines on the edges of his eyes, his mouth would turn up a little at the corners. He hung out with you, Steve Kranz. I wonder if you kept up your friendship. I called Dick when he and his brother Paul ran an electric service company, looking for advice on installing a 3 pole light switch. He remembered me and patiently answered my questions.
Rest In peace sparky, hope to see you in heaven.
Paul Mullen
Paul T Mullen
I remember Dick. Mostly in 7th and 8th grade, wearing his army green surplus parka, throwing that little football to a crowd of us in the parking lot across 29th from the Church. 50 and some years ago now I remember more of the earlier years but not later, as our large family moved across town at the end of my 8th grade.
He had a great smile, crinkle lines on the edges of his eyes, his mouth would turn up a little at the corners. He hung out with you, Steve Kranz. I wonder if you kept up your friendship. I called Dick when he and his brother Paul ran an electric service company, looking for advice on installing a 3 pole light switch. He remembered me and patiently answered my questions.
Rest In peace sparky, hope to see you in heaven.
Paul Mullen