No I take that back– I've been very sad. I lost a good friend this week – Rick was a fellow woodworker, a confidant, and just an all-around nice guy. He died way too young, and sometimes when people are gone – the details of their lives get forgotten. I don't want Rick's life to be forgotten.
He was so proud to be Native American, a proud member of the Turtle Mountain Band Of Chippewa Indians. I didn't even know there were slot machines that had a native American theme to them, but when I saw this machine - I had to put $20 in it.
I kind of felt that way about meeting Rick.
Rick was a flute maker; a good one, too.
One day, he wandered in my shop with a handful of flutes, and asked my opinion - which was my favorite.
I chose this aromatic cedar one,
which he promptly gave to me, in thanks for helping him out a few times. It's a really special piece of mine.
I'll miss his goofiness, his endless stories, his self-depricating humor, and our endless discussions about the best ahi poke in town, which packages of ramen were the tastiest, and of course - when our next trip to the ocean was going to be. I hope he's enjoying his next adventure.