It is with heavy hearts and warm loving memories that we are writing here. We can't help but reminisce about the bushels full of carrots and potatoes that he and Snoz dragged back from the Holland Marsh for all of us. And let us not forget the "long nights coon hunting" Our lacrosse and hockey games would have never been the same, without good old Uncle Dick yelling from the bleachers. That unmistakable raspy voice cutting through the air. We will miss you dear uncle, Love Bob & Kim