My fondest and most recent memories of Richard is of our script-meetings at Loblaws on Queen’s Quay.  The meetings were  extraordinarily colourful affairs in which Richard, looking not unlike Francis Ford Coppola, would go off on extreme tangents and pound away at ideas,  that upon reflection,  were damned good  – even if he did say so himself!

At Richard’s insistence we always sat at the same table!   I would often go early in order to “reserve” a table, (sometimes even asking people who were quietly sipping their morning coffee to move to another table)  then at the agreed upon time, Richard would whirl in on his wheelchair…offer a couple of smart remarks…order a special brew – and our meeting would begin!

And, oh yeah, he  always scheduled the meetings before 10:30 so we could take advantage of the coffee and muffin special!

Loblaws will never be the same!

I’ll miss you Richard and do whatever it takes to make our screenplay a movie…or I know I’ll never hear the end of it – especially when it thunders!

God’s speed, big guy.

-Peter Cresswell