This is another of those pictures that I love because of the wonderful 80's of it all. Rick and I were both in our standard wear corduroys and our Mt. Carmel jackets. I added the hooded sweatshirt (they weren't "hoodies" back then), while Rick had the back pocket comb. Rick wore a winter knit cap, while I let my mane free (such a cap would have really given me a case of hat head).
We often sparred in the yard. In reality, Rick would have killed me. He had the reach, the height, the strength and the weight. I might have given him a fight, but he would have won.
Rick was a good friend. He was a key part of the cul-de-sac football that we played throughout high school.
Rick and I fell out of sorts late in high school. I don't even remember what started it, but I know I gave him a lot of crap. I was going through some rough times, but he was a friend and deserved better.
I lost track of Rick a long time ago, long before I was grown up enough to realize some of the problems I caused. I never got to explain or apologize to Rick.
I doubt Rick will ever read this, but maybe someday he will. Either way, at least I want to make that effort (too many years late that it might be). I'd like a chance to talk to Rick and maybe heal an old wound.
Rick Kruk and me in Chicago, IL-Winter 1982.