Rick's full name was Glenn Frederick Correa.  Following is his obituary as published in the Arizona Republic newspaper 16, June 1994.  Rick Correa 45, of Phoenix, died June 11, 1994.  He as a health educator and worked in HIV/AIDS education for the Maricopa County Department of Public Health.  Parents, Anne M. and Glenn E.; sister, Ginna.  No services.  Grimshaw Bethany Chapel. Arizona Republic 6-16-1994.  Rick and Glenn Van Blaricome were close friends from pre-school in the Shelton (held in the basement of the old Methodist Church downtown) through our first year as students at the University of Washington.  He is in every one of my class group photos - you know, the ones from Ziegler's - from kindergarten through 6th grade at Evergreen Elementary.  Rick had a level of sophistication that was perhaps uncommon among Sheltonites - when we played in the dirt in front of his house on North Cliff, we didn't make roads or bridges - we built golf courses.  I recall being envious of the cool souveniers he had after after a family trip to Disneyland when he still was a preschooler.  I finally made it there when I was involved with doctoral studies at the University of California at San Diego in my middle twenties.  I remember going through the souvenier  shops looking for the same items Rick had brought home as a child.  Rick had another souvenier from his trip that I never forgot - an abalone shell.  I thought it was absolutely beautiful and I could not stop looking at it.  It was the first time in my life I took an interest in marine life-now my career and passion.  I told myself at the time that I'd get one of those shells some day.  As a marine biologist I have done research on abalones in Southern California since 1977 (still at it) and I have the shells all over my house.  I think of Rick every day as I look at them.  As Freshmen and fraternity brothers at UW in 1967-68, I once needed to borrow a set of wheels to get somewhere that must have been really important.  Rick had two cars of course.  On was a Porsche 911 that he did not normally load out - Can't imagine why.  The other was a surplus Plymouth Fury that he had purchased at an action of used Washington State Patrol cars.  He offered me the Fury and I took it, gratefully but not without trepidation.  It was an oil-burning hulk but it went like a bat out of hell - until the tank was empty.  What a great weekend, but it cost me a bundle to keep gas in that beast!  I lost track of Rick after my freshman year - the fraternity was not my style and I moved on.  I did not see Rick again after that and was deeply saddened by the report of his death.  Rick had his demons - just like the rest of us - but we had a great friendship, and he had a unique way of getting inside my head and helping me see things clearly.  I have known few friends like Rick and he is greatly missed.