Richard Lynn Croll

Thank you, Rich, for having asked me to join your group of Forecallers, that fateful black Friday, at Westover golf club. You have been and WILL continue to be missed, for as long as Forecallers play golf, together. Keep 'em in the short grass, my friend.

My uncle Howard and my late father Allen (Jerry) were good friends with Richard. His mother used to live on Horrocks Street back in the day and my grandparents used to live on Oakland Street. I remember as a little boy meeting Richard and his mother many times. Such sweet people. One day when I was only 10 and a half years old, I went around the corner to knock on Mrs. Croll's door and Richard answered it and I told him that my grandmother Rose Ravitsky died. He was very upset cause he knew...

Real, Real Gone Days like this memories from a lifetime come flooding back like the slip stream since you´ve gone. The beautiful vision of the snow bright light shining through the apartment window with Van Morrison playing on the stereo. In the days before rock n roll, you found your sound on the radio. Pall Malls rolled up in your shirt sleeve, since the age of 11. When I moved to Scotland you wanted to visit Cypress Ave., Belfast, because it was Van the Man´s hometown. These are the days...

Real, Real Gone Days like this memories from a lifetime come flooding back like the slip stream since you´ve gone. The beautiful vision of the snow bright light shining through the apartment window with Van Morrison playing on the stereo. In the days before rock n roll, you found your sound on the radio. Pall Malls rolled up in your shirt sleeve, since the age of 11. When I moved to Scotland you wanted to visit Cypress Ave., Belfast, because it was Van the Man´s hometown. These are the days...