We knew him first as Rocky Racoon. My brother and I were 9 and 7 and we visited Lorna in San Francisco. Our first day there Richard made fresh pasta for his lasagna. Never saw anything like that before. Still remember making a bowl in the flour for the eggs. Within the next few days he treated us to adventures in camping, avoiding snakes for Lorna, trying to protect organic eggs from the racoons (bears got them anyway) and made any number of bathroom jokes that still make us laugh. That was 50 years ago. Over the many decades since that first meeting we have laughed, enjoyed food and drink and learned more important life lessons from Richard. Or as my teenage son says "That guy. Fucking love Richie, fucking love Richie." Peace & Love Kate