Over the years, I came to think of Richard Peck as a friend. We were not particularly close, but we’d meet at conferences, and speaking engagements. I got to know him very much better when he was part of the ensemble for Authors Readers Theatre, our reader’s theatre group that toured the country.
He was always the gentlemen, urbane, witty, hardworking, willing to share his distinct point of view, free with his opinions. Always impeccably dressed too, just this side of vanity, defused by his own self-depreciative wit. We never talked politics much, but when we did I doubt there was much upon which we agreed. That said—during these days of rancor and hostility—it’s worth saying that those differences never mattered in our friendship or when working together. He was fun to be with, full of energy, and sly humor.
I won’t pretend that I knew him very well, but he was one of those people who, when gone, is sorely missed.