Bob Ware always kept a great sense of humor while dealing with some unruly teenagers at Cecil B. DeMille Jr. High School. In the morning, he would give me detention. In the afternoon, he would drive by our house on Studebaker Road, honk the horn of his Corvair, roll down the window, and give us a big wave and a sincere smile. I always felt he enjoyed working with young people.
Rick might have heard these words of wisdom as a kid, but here are two phrases he passed along to another DeMille classmate: "Young man, you are floating on a soggy cracker, and it is about to break!" and, " Son, you are spelling TROUBLE in a bowl of alphabet soup." He must have had a soup fetish?
Trying hard to get to CA to celebrate his life. I felt lucky to know him.