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Subject: GENTLE MAN

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Mary Faith Rhoads-Lewis

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Date Posted: 11:03:36 12/31/01 Mon

I first met Dick during the period Neil Rossi was speaking about above...68-69. Old Joe's became the home away from home for many of us in the area then. Somewhere along the line Dick started using our strings and the next time I saw him was when he came to an Anaheim NAMM show. We'd have a chance to play a few tunes somewhere during the day! Or he'd take me somewhere we could listen to good players or where he was sitting in. He'd never leave without a bag of goodies to hold him over for a while. After that, we always had a date...once a year at least.

Last year, he stopped at our house during a trip East, and he got to meet my husband which delighted me. My husband first impressed me with his gentleness...and I finally realized that Dick was made from that same essence...I just didn't recognize it in the 60's.

Dick never tried to impress anyone with who he was or what recording he was doing or how good he could play or how much he knew. All he wanted to do was to play...and anyone who had the opportunity to play with him, knew what that felt like.

I had a friend who passed on between tunes while jamming with friends...he finished one and never started the next. I've also come to believe that the way we die is how we judge ourselves. And while it doesn't seem possible that that we won't be seeing him in Anaheim in 2 weeks, I am grateful to hear that Dick's passing was such a gentle one. It speaks one more time to his true nature.

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