Of all the things I miss most about Rick, this might be the one I miss most. That look.
He had a look that always made you think he was up to something. It might be a scheme, an escape plan, a breathtakingly bad pun, a column in his head waiting to be put down on paper, a Grand Adventure just a dusty West Texas road away. But when you saw that look, you knew something was up, and you hoped you would be along for the ride.
I miss that look.