Wednesday, September 6, 2006
I remember how I felt about Dick the few times I had a chance to talk to him: I\'m a shy person but he was welcoming, friendly, interested, gracious, funny, and truly pleased that we could visit from California. I have a picture of Dick from the 1970?s. My sister Jodie was visiting them. I don\'t know who the photographer was but the picture shows Brad, Jodie, Dick, Terri, Rod, a golden retriever and a St. Bernard. Dick is dressed in a shirt with red and blue stars and stripes and a straw hat with a high crown and a wide brim, a size or two too small, perched on his head. Even though he is the tallest of the group, you don?t mistake him for the patriarch or even the oldest; he is simply part of a pack of happy, silly Londons showing an out-of-towner a good time. His face is impish, as if he is daring the photographer to guess the next bit of mischief he has planned with his merry pranksters. He was a cool guy, we will miss him.