Rickenbaughs:
Caroline, Kent and son Bart are gone . . . why do the good die young ? It is a tragic and devastating loss for the family, for the City of Denver and for all those who knew them in their mutliple capacities and roles. My last memory of them was at a dinner that we had at Paseo Delicias in Rancho Santa Fe. They were making one of their periodic visits to Pauma Valley and we agreed to meet midway for dinner. In their typical way they were early since the last time we had met at ancho Bernardo and they had gotten lost getting there and were late. Ever considerate of others, they were this time early for they had left time to get lost and had not.
That evening was typical of any visit with them. Kent was a gentle man, a gruff Westerner with an ever-present sense of humor and a self-deprecating nature. Caroline was upbeat about her many activities and their children. Ever animated, curious, adventurous and fun, Caroline was always the accelerator; Kent was the governor, a steadying force. They were an awesome combination, a joy to be around.
