When I first met Dick Mac I thought he was way cool.

Back then Dick wore his hair in a flat top and had Elvis Costello type glasses. He was courteous, well mannered and nice. Dick was talking to Meg and I found myself wanting to be included in their conversation. He was someone with style and someone I wanted to know.

I started to see him on a regular basis, both of us  hanging out with the same group of people. We became friends and started to share "stuff" about life.

Dick grew up in the projects, I grew up in the suburbs. We both came from homes with lots of kids, noise and divorce. We talked of that and about our fathers. My father used to take my sisters and I to a bar where he'd get drunk and we'd drink Shirley Temple's and play pinball. This was at the Hitching Post in Scottsdale, Arizona. Turns out that Dick's father's idea of childcare was to do the same thing. He and his brothers drank Coke and played pinball while he got drunk at the Hitching Post in Boston, Massachusetts.

We also spoke about our mother's. He'd come home from school to find his mother ironing in front of the television. I'd come home from school and find my mother ironing in front of the television.

We had been separated at birth!

Dick encouraged me to make a "home page" and learn html.  See his work at Dick Mac Alive!.

He showed me the value of service to community by his example of doing volunteer work in  jails. We share a spiritual path. There are ups and downs in both our lives and he has helped me by sharing struggles, mistakes and accomplishments.   

Dick met a girl.  They married and he moved to New York.  This year they moved to London.  We stay in touch.  We play Fantasy Baseball (I'm ahead).