Gary Behrman
I met Richard in 1988 when he walked into the room was a long black coat on that accentuated his eloquence and quiet charm without pretense. His friend Zolt from Hungary who was also dressed in black accompanied him. We became friends that night and shared canoe trips morning coffees and symphonies and so much more. I gifted him with a manual typewriter to capture his poetry and store his memories. These will always be with me for our friendship is eternal. Thank you Richard. Gary Behrman

