Monday, December 14, 2020
My Uncle Rick was the older brother I never had. He taught me everything, how to treat a lady, to always be a gentleman, how to shoot craps and much more. He had a class and style that reminded me of old Las Vegas. They always called him Mr. B. just like they did my grandfather, Rick's father. When we walked into a Casino they made room for us to play craps which included an occasional visit from Don King, Diana Ross and some guys who were there to make us comfortable. Rick lived life to the fullest in those days and was happier than I can recall ever seeing him.
With his beloved Cuddles, we'd watch football on the weekend with Baum, Hirschfeld and Karsh and Weinstein and consume corned beef and mustard and then they would yell at the team. All the while Sheila tended to married life and some of her friends like Rusty, Arlene and Sandy.
A series of challenges made it much harder to be happy at the end of Rick's life especially after he lost his soul mate Sheila. Rick passed 18 months after Sheila and his sister Ruth passed 18 moths after her husband Warren. Both married over 50 years. We miss those days a lot. With love, Steven
