Frank Spilker
When Richard was a teenager and I was a 4 years younger cousin I would spend time in the Summer at Joe and Hanchen's motel on State Street in Salt Lake City where Ralph occupied the very last unit and had trip wires set up to protect his car. Uncle Joe was a great artist which got passed along to Richard. So during these several Summers Richard would have his bike and I would ride with him and we would spend hours riding around that area of Salt Lake and spent a lot of time around Dirks Field trying to get in to baseball games. We had little or no money so we had to find other ways to get to watch a baseball game. At that time there was the knot hole club. I do not remember if and how we used that but I do remember seeing games but do not recall how we got in. We may have climb a fence to get into the field on the third base side to the stadium. I was so sad to learn of Richard's passing late in the afternoon today, May 1, and would have wanted to attend the graveside service. Richard and I were such good friends for several years and then our lives took different paths and have not seen Richard for more than 60 years. Then about a year ago I received a phone call from him and we chatted briefly. Richard thanks for all the fun memories of many year ago. Till We meet again.