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		By: Mike Rush		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2014 21:05:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mark thanks for sharing your memories of Richard in such an honest and simple way.  But then, there really is no more fitting way of doing so.  When I first met Richard I immediately felt comfortable and at ease, like one does when in the company of family and those we love most.  No pretense, no facade just a friendly, likable man.  I&#039;m so pleased to have played some rounds of golf with him and I do regret there will be no more opportunities to share more.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mark thanks for sharing your memories of Richard in such an honest and simple way.  But then, there really is no more fitting way of doing so.  When I first met Richard I immediately felt comfortable and at ease, like one does when in the company of family and those we love most.  No pretense, no facade just a friendly, likable man.  I&#8217;m so pleased to have played some rounds of golf with him and I do regret there will be no more opportunities to share more.</p>
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		By: Mark Holbrook		</title>
		<link>https://www.historyispersonal.com/life-lessons-friend/#comment-17</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2014 14:46:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So true Dan. I doubt Richard had any idea how many people he positively impacted each day.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So true Dan. I doubt Richard had any idea how many people he positively impacted each day.</p>
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		By: Dan Sutherlin		</title>
		<link>https://www.historyispersonal.com/life-lessons-friend/#comment-16</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2014 14:09:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Richard was a remarkable man whose passing is mourned by by just about everyone he ever met.  I remember him best as the Village banker who always argued politics with me, the town constable, sometimes with a dashing young recruiting officer caught in the middle.  My favorite anecdote from those days is  of an improvised debate we had in the hotel public room with lots of sound and fury.  Afterwards, another interpreter said she had been approached by a visitor who asked if we had police in the Village.  She assured the visitor that there was a constable.  &quot;Well&quot;,  said the visitor, &quot;you need to get him to break up the two old men fighting in the bar&quot;. 
     I had been very much looking forward to seeing him again at the event in the village this weekend.  Now, I fear it will feel as though an important structure has been removed.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Richard was a remarkable man whose passing is mourned by by just about everyone he ever met.  I remember him best as the Village banker who always argued politics with me, the town constable, sometimes with a dashing young recruiting officer caught in the middle.  My favorite anecdote from those days is  of an improvised debate we had in the hotel public room with lots of sound and fury.  Afterwards, another interpreter said she had been approached by a visitor who asked if we had police in the Village.  She assured the visitor that there was a constable.  &#8220;Well&#8221;,  said the visitor, &#8220;you need to get him to break up the two old men fighting in the bar&#8221;.<br />
     I had been very much looking forward to seeing him again at the event in the village this weekend.  Now, I fear it will feel as though an important structure has been removed.</p>
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