Rich and I had a few classes together at Conant. He was a jokester. Fun to be around. We tried like hell to memorize a song in Mens Choir called Rock My Sout in the Bossom of Abraham. We sung it as Rock-a my soult in the bossom of abraham and it was hysterical. Rich and I had the bass parts where we don't singmuc of the song but come in during the end of the corus with Rocka my soul. In our debut each of us tried to get lower each time we said the words and Mr. Brashears would look at us. Just another challenge. Rich of course left us prior to graduation. Miss him.