Wh-what happened? I've known Dick since I came out here to California in 1979. Saw him through the years (used to back up all the good ones at the Palomino and other clubs on fiddle, before he got the carpal tunnel syndrome) and thenm, mandolin. In recent years, I'd see him at Viva Fresh (where we had some great fiddle and folk/country nights), sitting in, or just sitting there. He was working for a copyright company, not really doing music. I loved his taste. I would love to hear him pick apart how a guitar player like Pete Anderson (Dwight Yoakam's producer/guitarist) was sloppy, and why. And why so-and so, who was reputed to be the best fiddler on the scene, had to take a back seat to another. Quiet, decent, lovely man. Droll sense of humor. Generous. Never one to brag. Used to refer to himself as a "fat short man nobody would want." Not true! What in h-- happened? I'm out of circulation myself, some very close relatives are terminally ill, and I don't know if I can even pick up the phone to find out.