The Ricker has a mustache.

He loves it; he's had it 40 years now. I'm beyond hoping for him to shave it, though I still would like to see him trim it back and groom it a little.

Well, I played golf with the Ricker over Thanksgiving. I haven't seen him in a number of months, and he arrived at the golf course before me. Since I was riding on the cart with him, I wanted to tell the cart guy to put my clubs with his. Before I could even describe the Ricker, the cart guy says, "You riding with the guy with the mustache?"

Yes, yes I am.

That's the Ricker for you. His mustache gets around.