Very sad to receive this email today from Guy Gingell, BHS '66...
Our friend, Rick Polikowski has passed away from cancer. Details are slow in coming as he was in living in So America.
BHS 1966
Back in 2009, Rick emailed me...
Memories
Hi,
I can't believe the website you created! I am the guy in the photo of the ko's! I still have that photo, and I find it amazing that you found it. I will never forget the night that Bobbie Grumbly approached me at Bob's Big Boy in Toluca lake and told me that I was their choice to be their mascot. It probably didn't hurt that Diane Rupprecht was my girlfriend, but what the hell!
Anyway, it is so nice that there are people like you that will take the time and effort to create and save our memories.
Rick Polikowski
Here's the 1965 K.O.s photo (enlargement)
Back: Gayle MacCaskey, Carol McClelland, Nicki Hanson, Terry Murphy, Melanie Dopirak, Sue Stenson, Joyce Miller
Middle: Cathy Overman, Sue Williams, April Carino, Rick Polikowski, Maureen Shapiro, Madelaine Zelenay, Nancy Mitchell
Front: Peggy Melton, Bobbie Grumley, Lynn Shaw. Pam Reimers, Diane Rupprecht, Denise Almlie
Found this cool 1977 pic of Rick (enlargement)
Rick was a Hollywood propmaker - CLICK HERE to see his movies.
Guy also send this video from Rick's past...
UPDATE
Found Rick on Facebook and it says he died in June of this year.
In 2011, he wrote, "I'm living in Costa Rica now. A place named Playas del Coco on the northwest coast." Below are a few FB pics...
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1842338017446&set=p.1842338017446&type=1&theater
Here's a video he liked and shared on Facebook...
Rick also liked and posted the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)
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