Remembering ElVoce brings back memories of the first personal encounter ...
Fresh off the plane at Newark Airport, EV and his Zag War Party (or was that Zag Fun Party?) were met and arrived at the house where they'd spend Night #1 before heading into the city.
A game of "go long" soon followed in the basement, with EV as QB, and the old Black Lab "rescue" dog as wide receiver. (Man, could that dog leap high even in advanced age to catch a pigskin!)
A debate ... which didn't last for long ... about who would take as personal guest quarters the bedroom in the basement where the dog had his own sleeping cushion. Nobody (not even Hondo) would mess with El Voce when he wanted to hang out with a newfound canine pal.
There were a few other games, mostly in the Bay area, with chances for meet-ups. EV was synonymous with finding good beer, good food, good friends, sharing good cheer, and EXTREME Zag loyalty. Loved by family and friends, Dick would probably be the first to say he'd had a wonderfully good life.
Will miss that ol' Nampa asparagus picker, both on the Board and as someone to look up in Spokane on the too-infrequent trips that get me back there. Kind of hope that he was greeted at the pearly gates not only by his human loved ones who passed on before him, but by the wagging tails of every dearly departed canine he'd befriended in life ... including ours.
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"Go long ........." Dick Schomburg did, but just not as long as we all would have liked.
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