I met Richards in early summer 1987 when I was new to California and about to be a law student at UCLA. He had posted an advertisement for a "room for rent" to which I responded. Little did I know that telephoning him would change my life forever. While attending UCLA, I lived in his Santa Monica home, learning to live with all his animals and his guidance. We had Ratty the rat, Kitty Kat the cat, Pug the dog, and many more. His love for every one of his Pali High students was present every day. He would correct student homework and exams while I would study law books sitting alongside him. His love for his sons and grandchildren was present every day, as he collected their photos on his desk. I felt overwhelmed when he asked me for a photo of me to add to his collection. Over the years, I got married and moved to the Palisades, a community he introduced me to, and yet we stayed in touch and he taught my 3 girls about live and dead animals. I will never forget his menagerie of skeletons of reptiles throughout the house and how he explained in clear terms to a 5 year old why the tail was long or the body wide, and how its habitat affected the body shape and size. Richards' love of biological life filled and fulfilled him. In our own family travels, my girls collected tortoises and turtles in wood, ceramic, and all shapes and forms for his collection, often thinking to visit him when we returned to California to bestow upon him a small treasure that would make his eyes light up and the teacher in him explain the origin of the creature they found. Richards was the most powerful mentor I've ever had, and yet he was never formally my teacher. To all of you who learned from him in the classroom, you should feel lucky and proud to call him your teacher. I envy the hours you had with him and the love he felt so deeply for you, a love I witnessed first hand. To all of you, his family, that he loved so dearly and spoke of with pride, relish the gifts he gave you. He meant for everyone of you to thrive. I will relish forever the gift of friendship that he gave me. From Katherine Windler, UCLA law 1992, Farnham 1987-2010