Woke up to discover that a friend of mine from the newspaper had died. He was a great photographer, someone who had actually made a living at it after he left the paper.
Rick had been ill lately with pneumonia, some rare strain that landed him in the hospital for 15 days and even when he was released, it was to a clinic and not home. I knew he was on his second round of antibiotics, but I guess nothing helped.
He was quite the ladies man, and I saw women all swarm about him. One of the funniest memories I have of him was when he was in a meeting with the three of us food writers. He saw lipstick on my boss' teeth and he leaned over, stuck a finger in her mouth and rubbed it off. She is this squat, roly-poly lump and she was equally appalled and delighted at that. We all laughed about that story for years.