Two years later, I was living in San Francisco, because the city college offered a course in zoology. On one of his Bigfoot expeditions, he stayed at my cramped apartment in the Mission district, and entertained me with stories of motorcycling through South America. I thought he was enchanting, even though he was short! I remember we tried to figure out how to get an expedition to search for the Mongolian Death Worm financed.

Richard, no matter where he was, always seemed to be dressed as though he were about to go on safari. Even his clothing had an air of adventure to it.

I had been out of touch with him for some time when I found myself in Phoenix unexpectedly a few months ago, and tried to convince my travelling companions that it would be worth the two hour drive to Tuscon to visit him… we didn’t make it, and a while later I recieved an upbeat phone message from him. He didn’t mention cancer, or being sick, just that he’d love to talk to me… I didn’t return his call, darn it. Richard was a huge inspiration to this young Fortean and I will miss him dearly.