Dicky Powell,
I don't think I really thought about what to call Dicky. I never called him dad, although I think he would have gotten a kick out of it if I did. He was one of the few people who I actually liked it when he called me "Yogi". He sort of had a tone, of pure affection.

I missed not seeing him again.

To my wife, my children, Richie, Dicky's family, friends, and those special people who were all a part of his life, I am so sorry for your loss.

For all the time I knew Dicky, he lived in the Milk Shed, and for all the things in might not have been, it surely was his home. Somehow without him there..... well, its not the same.

I dedicate this image to "Dicky" for all of you, may he be safe in his travels, and always be welcome home.

I think maybe I will call him Dicky too.