Richard Frank Ganci

It´s me again Frank. I still miss you so. Just wanted you to know.

Exorcising St. Joseph’s
Mountain View


Largely a lark
(as much a listen). To some a vocation
but mostly a ‘50s dream getaway.

That flowering inner courtyard
and the Spanish tile tower
(if ersatz college wing).

A mish-mash of the
Medieval and California Franciscan
aged in French Jansenism.

The call was confusing.
Came to far fewer of the chosen
than even the Sulpicians expected.

Shroud of...

I have not come close to replacing the marvellous friendship we had Richard. You were a one of (or off as they would say in England) and I will always remember you with a great deal of appreciation.

Damn it Lad, where am I going to get my quality communications from now?
Frank, it hasn't set in yet that you're not here and I hope in some ways it never does. The Dodler & PTB

Dick: St Joe's/ St Pat's, so many good times, so many laughs...and so much roundball. You perfected the Rick Barry jumper, and now you'll be doing shoot-arounds with Wilt and getting the lowdown on the 20,000. You are the man. We will all miss you.

Ganci & Gannon: together, side by side, for years, in rooms, dining, classes, chapel, and in spirit. I've never known anyone as good as you in the art of loving. You animated all who came near you. I still play the song you wrote. I miss you, and thank you for giving me so much joy. Mike Gannon

Dick: I loved your wit, joy and celebration of life. Lost touch with you when I left California, but I've never forgotten you. You were one of the most loved guys I ever knew and I wish I had known you better.
Next time, perhaps. Love, Bob