Rich

I found out last night that one of my old co-workers was killed/came back yesterday. By coincidence I called another one of my old co-workers to see how he was doing, and he'd just heard from someone who'd heard from someone. There aren't really any details, beyond "it was someone in the next apartment" who got him. My favorite memory about Rich was bumping into him at the Harvard-Yale game in Cambridge last year. I was dressed up as a real blue-blood and drunk as a lord. He found it very entertaining. Now that I think of it I don't even know if they put him down or if he's still at large.