Philip Krick

r. Krick was a nice man. He worked with my dad, Harry O'Brien, at Dow, and came to our house for dinner a couple of times. One morning I was riding my bike to a Saturday PeeWee football game a Northeast, and I was riding no-handed down Lambros Drive while reading a comic. I ran square into the back of Mr. Krick's car. He heard it, came out, immediately asked if I was OK (I was wearing my helmet), and then was just the nicest guy about the whole thing, which is exactly how you would have...

May Godhive comfort to the family in the days ahead. May His peace surround you at this time and always.

Sorry to read of Phil's passing. I worked with Phil for several years at Dow in the Tabulating dept. when we were both new to the company. I remember going to clubs where Phil played the piano. We also shared a few card games together.