Holly Ollivander
Good kisser. “Bad” Boy. One of the most self-confident people I ever met. Taught me to put salt in beer at the Pizza Hut in Freeport. Afterwards, we sat by Mystery, the shrimp-boat-on-chocks next to the library. As the sun went down we slapped at mosquitoes and talked about life and death. He said that he thought heaven was where we got to do everything we wanted, all the time, and that in order to get ready for it we should start by doing everything we love here on earth. He then said that what he loved most was photography. By the comments here I can now see that he lived by his word and has spent all these years rehearsing for heaven. Welcome Home, Ricky.

