RIP Dick Case

[OrangeXtreme]

 

[sutomcat]

I grew up reading Dick. Never met him but he always felt like a good friend. I guess that is what happens with really good writers.

RIP Dick. Condolences to his friends and family. He did a hell of a job for the PS.

 

[Roger N]

I grew up reading Dick. Never met him but he always felt like a good friend. I guess that is what happens with really good writers.

RIP Dick. Condolences to his friends and family. He did a hell of a job for the PS.

I met him in 1963. A bunch of us from West Genesee decided to take a 50 mile hike as part of President Kennedy's physical fitness program. Some SU students had recently complected a hike and we wanted to show we were more fit. We dropped in at Post Standard to get some publicity and they pointed us to Dick. Good guy. I miss those old timers like Joe Beamish. There's very few writers left at the paper now.

Regarding our hike, we left at midnight from Clinton Square on St. Patty's day and walked route 5 to someplace in New Hartford. Really screwed up my leg muscles and ended up taking blood thinners. Somewhere I have a photo of us all holding beers at our destination.

 

[tipphill]

I grew up reading Dick. Never met him but he always felt like a good friend. I guess that is what happens with really good writers.

RIP Dick. Condolences to his friends and family. He did a hell of a job for the PS.

sean kirst precursor rip my friend

 

[sutomcat]

I met him in 1963. A bunch of us from West Genesee decided to take a 50 mile hike as part of President Kennedy's physical fitness program. Some SU students had recently complected a hike and we wanted to show we were more fit. We dropped in at Post Standard to get some publicity and they pointed us to Dick. Good guy. I miss those old timers like Joe Beamish. There's very few writers left at the paper now.

Regarding our hike, we left at midnight from Clinton Square on St. Patty's day and walked route 5 to someplace in New Hartford. Really screwed up my leg muscles and ended up taking blood thinners. Somewhere I have a photo of us all holding beers at our destination.

Good story. I like that many of your stories have a happy, beer related ending.

 

[LeMoyneCuse]

I met him in 1963. A bunch of us from West Genesee decided to take a 50 mile hike as part of President Kennedy's physical fitness program. Some SU students had recently complected a hike and we wanted to show we were more fit. We dropped in at Post Standard to get some publicity and they pointed us to Dick. Good guy. I miss those old timers like Joe Beamish. There's very few writers left at the paper now.

Regarding our hike, we left at midnight from Clinton Square on St. Patty's day and walked route 5 to someplace in New Hartford. Really screwed up my leg muscles and ended up taking blood thinners. Somewhere I have a photo of us all holding beers at our destination.

This is one of the most 1960s things I've ever heard. Walking into a newspaper, competition with college kids, unusual physical activity, being sold beer at age 18. Absolutely fantastic.

 

[Roger N]

This is one of the most 1960s things I've ever heard. Walking into a newspaper, competition with college kids, unusual physical activity, being sold beer at age 18. Absolutely fantastic.

We weren't even 18. Eighteen was the legal age back then.

 

[Roger N]

Good story. I like that many of your stories have a happy, beer related ending.

Conversely, I have never seen one of your stories ginger ale related. You get more stories with beer!

 

[orange79]

Conversely, I have never seen one of your stories ginger ale related. You get more stories with beer!

You've never seen a Canada Dry-fueled sutomcat banging on the bottom of the box inhabited by the opposing coaching staff. Frightening!

 

[LeMoyneCuse]

You get more stories with beer!

If SyracuseFan.com ever sells a Tshirt, I vote this be on it.

 

[blizz]

I definitely read a ton of his columns and his work remains an indelible connection between me and the Syracuse community. Condolences to his family. All things come to pass but some leave marks that time does not so easily wash away.