I waited on Dick and Jean and her mom and dad in 1986 at the Expo in Vancouver. He wrote a letter to the hotel a few weeks later addressed “to the breakfast waiter named Scott”. We subsequently became friends and I adopted a 2nd Dad and he a 3rd son. We went to the Calgary Olympics together, I played in hoop-it-up in Dallas with Rick and Dudley, we hiked and fished in Canada together more than once. He tried his hardest to make my first choice of teams the Dallas teams; he’d routinely send me Cowboys, Rangers, Mav’s and Stars shirts. More importantly though, Dick was a role model husband, father, friend and human being. He helped keep me grounded and showed me the value in being giving, thoughtful and humorous. Through the years, when Dick would introduce me to someone he would often say I was his friend who he’d met as a waiter, and although I was a lousy waiter I’d turned out to be a pretty good friend. I’ll miss you Dick, you were one of a kind. FFL.