Anthole wrote the following on the yahoo group:

Squeaky Dick passed away Saturday morning – March 12th.

His Son Aaron called and informed me since Aardvark and I had been visiting him at the assisted living residence in Houston and because of our close friendship for the past 28 years. As you probably know, physician he had been battling Alzheimer’s disease the past 3-4 years and  am grateful he still recognized Aardvark and me when we visited him 2 months ago.  The past two weeks, apoplectic he wasn’t doing well and believe he might have had a stroke with cardiac failure.

His son indicated that he will be cremated and his ashes will be placed over the Rainbow Bridge in Port Arthur, Texas. Often was proud of his birthplace in that he said he knew Janis Joplin way back then.

His legacy to me

was the experience of the Hash, a husband, one of his rescued dogs, Jack, and my current job at Houston Community College.

Luther was a Vietnam Vet, and had worked many years for Metro as  peace officer.

On-on to many a beer.

EDIT: Epic Squeaky Dick story added on by WHP: 30 years ago a bunch of Hashers took Licks His Own (one of the original Springer Spaniel Brothers) on his bachelor party through some really seedy sections of town. Six of us carried him on our shoulders in a coffin, and we were all dressed up as monks with blackened faces. We trooped down Navigation to bar after bar, wielding a penis squirt gun filled with vodka. Suffice to say, we made quite an impression on the Locals. Some day we shall speak of the hysterical reaction of Gay Latinos to the squirt gun, and the slow dance that a Hasher who shall remain nameless did with a stunning transvestite, but not today.

Our last stop was a dive that was solid wall to wall Latino gangster. We were already inside and belly up to the bar before we figured this out. Squeaky Dick was packing (he was a cop). He was also supremely drunk and started flipping his empty bottles over an abandoned deli case where they would bounce off the wall and crash to the floor behind it, shattering into a thousand pieces. The gangsters all thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen.

I was designated to reel Squeaky Dick in. The gangsters told me to lay off their new best friend. We ended up abandoning him to their good care, and he was fine, if hung over the next morning. Good times…..