Rickisms

The stories could go on forever. Here are some brief Rickisms:

• Rick could frustrate you. But no matter what he did, somehow you still laughed.
• I hated his smoking. Did you know, at one point, he actually saved enough game tickets from his cigarette packs to buy a mountain bike with them? My favorite story is when he was my roommate. I owned the house, so I set the rules, and one was no smoking in the house. There was a flower pot on my deck that he would use to put out his butts. One night he had a smoke and then went up to his room. A few minutes later I saw flames flickering on my walls. The butts in the flower pot were on fire! Hilarious now…
• He once introduced himself to some new friends we met at the Foggy Goggle as a hairdresser.
• He loved his music and would drive his car with his knees while searching for the next song. Drove me crazy.
• His favorite jokes were: ‘I’ve known you since you were this tall’; ‘Your Indian name is Girl with Red Hair’ (or whatever); and the one that always put someone on the spot was when he would put his arm around you, approach a stranger, and say ‘have you met my friend Joe Nolan?’. Yes, I stole most of my material from him.
  • Like all of us, Rick went through a hair phase. For once I had the upper hand when someone mentioned he looked like Gerard Depardieu. I think that ended that. (sorry Rick, I had to throw that one in there) 



Photo from some Mardi Gras party. Shelley Goldberg hiding there