Rick was married to Julie Ungerman, also in our class, in 1998. Rick died from a rare form of endocrine cancer in February, 2007. Julie is alive and well and still missing him.
I am so saddened to learn of Rick's passing. I have always had a soft spot for him. In high school we would often joke around. Then at KU, it was always a bright spot in my day when I would run into him on campus. He was a very special person. I will always think of him fondly.
Hi Julie. I can't believe we both lost our beloved husbands in 2007. I still miss Israel terribly. I send you my deepest and heartfelt sympathy. Take care.
Your husband was one in a million. I can't begin to explain how well he related to his fellow man. In HS he was never concerned with one's societal place. All were friends and remained friends. At least he made everyone feel that way.
I remember Rick always with that impish grin on his face. Everything he did was fun for him. A few years ago, I saw his name in the paper for shooting a hole-in-one. I called him at work the next day. When he answered I told him I was a guy from the USGA and that I heard he had used an illegal club to shoot his ace. He loved the call, and typical Rick, he was just glad someone who cared had seen his name in the paper. During my sophomore year in college, I brought one of my fraternity brothers home with me for Thanksgiving weekend because this guy was from Rochester, NY and couldn't get home til XMAS break. I showed Bake around town and we spent a day down at the Plaza. We had gone to Winstead's for lunch then we were walking toward the Plaza Bowl. Standing on a corner waiting to cross was one Rick Bowen. Rick and I saw and played a lot of sports together. If anyone remembers, his father Hugh Bowen did the public address for the A's at Municipal Stadium on Sundays. Anyway, we had picked out a poor soul who played basketball at Van Horn by the name of Eddie Beach. We called each other Eddie Beach. When we missed a shot it wasn't us, it was Eddie Beach. When I saw Bowen standing on the corner I yelled out Eddie Beach. He immediately knew I was in the vicinity. I introduced Bake to Rick and the three of us talked a little sports for probably an hour. I rememeber how he got such a kick of seeing Coach Bosch at our last reunion. Rick knew he was sick, but that impish grin was always there. Rick, I wish I could meet you at the Plaza Bowl.
George Vedros
Julie:I'm really sorry to hear what happened. I wish you well.
George Vedros
Roberta Agron (Tenzer)
I am so saddened to learn of Rick's passing. I have always had a soft spot for him. In high school we would often joke around. Then at KU, it was always a bright spot in my day when I would run into him on campus. He was a very special person. I will always think of him fondly.Roberta Agron Tenzer
Sylvie Markowitz (Radvinsky)
Hi Julie. I can't believe we both lost our beloved husbands in 2007. I still miss Israel terribly. I send you my deepest and heartfelt sympathy. Take care.Sylvie Markowitz Radvinsky
Bill Merryman
Julie,Your husband was one in a million. I can't begin to explain how well he related to his fellow man. In HS he was never concerned with one's societal place. All were friends and remained friends. At least he made everyone feel that way.
Bill
Mike Ward
I remember Rick always with that impish grin on his face. Everything he did was fun for him. A few years ago, I saw his name in the paper for shooting a hole-in-one. I called him at work the next day. When he answered I told him I was a guy from the USGA and that I heard he had used an illegal club to shoot his ace. He loved the call, and typical Rick, he was just glad someone who cared had seen his name in the paper. During my sophomore year in college, I brought one of my fraternity brothers home with me for Thanksgiving weekend because this guy was from Rochester, NY and couldn't get home til XMAS break. I showed Bake around town and we spent a day down at the Plaza. We had gone to Winstead's for lunch then we were walking toward the Plaza Bowl. Standing on a corner waiting to cross was one Rick Bowen. Rick and I saw and played a lot of sports together. If anyone remembers, his father Hugh Bowen did the public address for the A's at Municipal Stadium on Sundays. Anyway, we had picked out a poor soul who played basketball at Van Horn by the name of Eddie Beach. We called each other Eddie Beach. When we missed a shot it wasn't us, it was Eddie Beach. When I saw Bowen standing on the corner I yelled out Eddie Beach. He immediately knew I was in the vicinity. I introduced Bake to Rick and the three of us talked a little sports for probably an hour. I rememeber how he got such a kick of seeing Coach Bosch at our last reunion. Rick knew he was sick, but that impish grin was always there. Rick, I wish I could meet you at the Plaza Bowl.