Sometimes I sense that to put real confidence in my memory I have to get to the end of all rememberings. That seems to say that I forego remembering. And now that strikes me as an accurate description of what it is to have confidence in one's memory.
          --Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason

I remember sweet, smart Rick Fortgang who was in tenth grade with me. (He was the first Richard I knew as Rick and not Dick, and the first Rick I knew who was a Richard and not a Fredrick or an Eric.) The next year he went to Exeter, where you could learn Greek. I remember him sitting thoughtfully in the dining hall, telling us about Exeter and the classes you could take there. I was sorry that he was going, since I just barely knew him. I still am.

posted by william 12:18 AM
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Hey I remember him too. Think about him all the time in fact. What a great great guy he was. I'm so glad to see his memory survives on The Internets.

# posted by  Anonymous : 4:08 PM

 

Rick would have been my Uncle if our time on this earth overlapped. I am so sad that I never got to meet him as I only hear the nicest and kindest things about him. My dad and grandparents tell me that I remind them of Rick. I think about him all the time. It makes me truly happy that his memory lives on and that you think of him too.

# posted by  Anonymous : 4:06 PM

 

I am so sorry to learn that he's died. I didn't know. But if you remind people of Rick, and your comment certainly reminds me of him, that says a great deal for you.

# posted by  William : 4:21 PM

 

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