Hi Dick, a.k.a Kreinie Mobster, some memories of the past at your sad passing. We first met about 71 years ago when we were 15-year-old sophomores at New Trier High School. I was impressed about you when I learned you and Avrom (Rubber Nuts) Roberts had started fires in buildings when you were students together at the Bateman School, and I was especially impressed when I heard you had stolen your stepmother's new convertible, driven it to Pittsburgh, and got caught when lowering the top broke the back window. A year later you and I stole my father's Cadillac, and we ended up together in California.
Our adventures (not to be detailed) continued in Chicago (when ditching high school to see a burlesque show), Tennessee, Calumet City, Canada (Canora and Sioux Lookout), South Beach, Savannah, Germany (Heidelberg and Sennfeld), and other places. We joined the Army together (1954-1956), our serial numbers are only one number apart, and we both served in Germany. We have stayed in touch all of these years, through good times and bad.
I knew your family almost as well as I knew my own. You married Lynn, and she was your rock. Lynn's loss was catastrophic for you and for all of us who knew and loved her. You were so proud of Carolyn and your grandchildren. You succeeded in the printing business. Your Alpha Romeo accomplishments are exceptional. We had dinner together about six months ago as well. I had no idea you were sick until I heard from Carolyn last week. I had a chance to say "goodbye" to you over speaker phone. And the next day Carolyn told me you were gone. Now, when I see lighting in the sky, I will know it is you setting a fire in God's heaven. Rest in peace my dear friend, Big Red.
Herb Kamin
October 20, 2020
