Here's what I remember of Richie: Brooklyn College, probably 1970-71. The core of what I recall as the Wretched Refuse String Band would assemble in SUBO, or by one of the grassy areas near either Ingersoll or Boylan Halls. Richie had this great, big beard, then dark with youth, and an impish grin -- at least whenever I'd see him. People would stroll by, wave hello, say a word to the players, and Richie would halt, put out his hand in a big wave, and say "Have a New Lease." People would invariably stop, turn back, and say "A what?", to which Richie would answer "A New Lease. Have a New Lease on Life." I'm surprised I carried that image with me when I left Brooklyn in the mid-1970s. I'm sorry to learn of his passing. I'm glad to learn so many people loved him and his infectious music.

Lew Stern
Arlington, VA