Richard Allan Gould, 1939-2020

Dick was an unusual and amazing person (Figure 1). He had many interests and hobbies, but I’ll remember him most for his unquenchable curiosity, his courage to try things that hadn’t been done before, and his ability to get along with all kinds of people—academics, Aboriginal custodians, and aviators, for a start. We met in the summer of 1958 when we were both 18. We were counsellors at a Presbyterian camp for children near Cincinnati. He had finished his freshman year at Harvard, and I was about to begin my college career at Bryn Mawr. I had never met anyone quite like him. He didn’t feel limited by convention, and he had an enthusiasm that was contagious. His later anthropological research reflected his sense of adventure. I sometimes felt I was just along for the ride, but what a ride it was!