He tells us people in Monte Nido are afraid of the questions we're asking about Rick.

They're afraid of you because they, they're kind of like, uh, letting him go, you know? I just don't want to say anything really, uh, you know, bad about Rick, because, I mean, there's so many memories.

When I come down this creek, going to the bus stop, there's so many memories.

Walking through this yard, you know, on early growth of these trees, and then when you come back to this place, it's like the paradise that you left behind.

You took, you took it for granted back then.

He just remembers seeing a photo of Rick at the fort, sitting on his motorcycle.

He was always telling me about it.

Come up there.

Art says, whatever was going on, Rick was always at the center of it.

Rick was, he was known.

Good, bad, or otherwise, he was known.

He could just be sitting in his dad's boat in the garage, with that hot engine in the back, man, and all the kids in the neighborhood, we'd all go down there, and we'd sit around.

You know, Rick, what, what's Rick doing? [laughs]

He had no fear, and no internal monitor.

He could barefoot water-ski, and he circle raced.

And those guys, the boats that he was behind, uh, they're, uh, it's the scariest thing that I ever did, just being an observer for one of the races that they were in.