Rick died tragically in Ibeza, Spain many years ago. He lived life fully and never held back from enjoying himself. He was one of my best friends, I am always missing him, but grateful for his friendship and inspiration to always look for ways to expand my consciousness and appreciation of what life can offer.
Rick was one of Ric Walter's and my "running buddies" back then. We'd get a parent's car, a couple gallons of gas and a pack of cigarettes and head to the South Side where a coffee shop near the University was our hangout. We were a crazy happy bunch, Rick always thinking of travelling and advendures. Rick went to U of I in 1965 and joined some frat, they wanted him for his grade average. His "big brother" at the frat turned out to be none other than U of I and eventually Chicago Bears defensive star Dick Butkus. Rick told me how during the initiation process Butkus really worked him over, rolling him up in a rug and down a flight a couple of times. In 1966 I bought my first really great guitar from RIck, a late 50s Martin D-18. That was such a sweet gutiar to play. After I got out of the Army I heard from RIck a couple times while he was over in Spain, then i moved to California via an iBM transfer. It wasn't long after I got there my Mom called to give me the bad news.
I'll always remember what a character and great friend Rick was, he was always thinking things way out, I don't mean crazy, I mean digging into the WHY thikngs were like they were. RIP old buddy.
Richard Walter
Rick died tragically in Ibeza, Spain many years ago. He lived life fully and never held back from enjoying himself. He was one of my best friends, I am always missing him, but grateful for his friendship and inspiration to always look for ways to expand my consciousness and appreciation of what life can offer.
Michael Hale
Rick was one of Ric Walter's and my "running buddies" back then. We'd get a parent's car, a couple gallons of gas and a pack of cigarettes and head to the South Side where a coffee shop near the University was our hangout. We were a crazy happy bunch, Rick always thinking of travelling and advendures. Rick went to U of I in 1965 and joined some frat, they wanted him for his grade average. His "big brother" at the frat turned out to be none other than U of I and eventually Chicago Bears defensive star Dick Butkus. Rick told me how during the initiation process Butkus really worked him over, rolling him up in a rug and down a flight a couple of times. In 1966 I bought my first really great guitar from RIck, a late 50s Martin D-18. That was such a sweet gutiar to play. After I got out of the Army I heard from RIck a couple times while he was over in Spain, then i moved to California via an iBM transfer. It wasn't long after I got there my Mom called to give me the bad news.
I'll always remember what a character and great friend Rick was, he was always thinking things way out, I don't mean crazy, I mean digging into the WHY thikngs were like they were. RIP old buddy.