Thankful, Day 2: Rick. A.k.a. Slow, Rickshaw, Rickles.
Rick, I am thankful for your persistent Monday night calls three years ago trying to convince me to eat one of your spaghetti dinners. I enjoyed your signature moves on stage at the Upfront Theater while the performances lasted.
For some reason, my angst with life was displaced, and I was unreasonably angry with you at the beginning of the year. I see clearly now, that you have a good heart. I know you can come over and enjoy a good bottle of Chianti, and I can spill my secrets to you. You are like a brother to me – when I miss my three brothers back home so much. I have a hard time opening up to anyone, and it took me a while to appreciate who you are and where you came from. But, Rick, you are one of the things that makes Bellingham GOOD. I never have to put on a facade or pretend to be anything other than what I am.
Rick, you are one in a million. Thank you for being exactly, precisely 100% who you are at all times.