Only 45 years? Seems like 4500 years some days. I remember that in 1968 I saw Richard the evening of graduation, probably the first time I'd seen him in the 67-68 school term. It was late, around 10 or 11pm, I was walking down High Street to the apartment I was living in that summer with about five other summer theatre friends, and he gave me a ride to the apartment and told me he was going into the service, After he left, I cried most of the night, He was my best friend from 1957 through high school, and i was convinced I would never see him again because he would die in Viet Nam. The lucky bastard did his service in Europe!