Rick would ride over from time to time in full regalia... this is New Yawk after all. We'd smoke a cigar, enjoy an aged Bas Armagnac or fine scotch (I usually hacked and coughed my way through the cigar, but they were always delicious.)
We'd go out for dinner sometimes, always to a latest discovery that was truly an experience.
I guess that's it; Rick had a real taste for life.