I lived with Ray K. in a suburban house in Sunrise, I think. It was a nice place with a screened in pool in the back. Ray's brother Bob lived there too, as well as Steve H. and Jeff P. They had a siamese cat named Buckwheat. I moved in with Jack H. and Craig D., both of whom worked with me at Broward Medical Center. This was about 1980 or so.
This was one of the nicest places I had ever lived. Having a pool was great, and we had cable! Ray was the ringleader. Being a former staff member, he had a lot of credibility. He had been a hard core drug user, as had Steve, who had lost a couple of fingers by shooting up. Ray was a redneck, and still wore his big ole cowboy hat and boots and proudly listened to Country music. Bob was the slick, selfish pretty boy, Steve was the comedian, Jeff was the brilliant burnout from a wealthy family. Jack was Felix Ungerer and Craig was his side kick. I was awed by Bob, and to a lesser extent Steve. Jeff was someone I always wanted to be. He had become a master boat carpenter and ran the business out of our garage. He was always working on some intricate woodwork for Art's boat, and this gave him a lot of respect and attention (and also meant he didn't have to do a lot of time hanging around with newcomers or going to raps).
Jeff had restored an old upright piano which sat in our dining room. AS far as I know, no one knew how to play it. One day, Ray sat down and pounded out some boogie woogie and ragtime music - pretty good, and totally unexpected from this self-described redneck.
This apartment had a lot more freedom than I was used to. Ray and Steve were pretty intolerant of rules, and we used to make fun of raps and Seed rules to some extent. We also flaunted the rules a bit, watching video porn (until staff found out).
But breaking the rules went further with Ray. He ended up dating another staff member and former stewardess named Laura (who had once turned down a date with Burt Reynolds because he was 'too short') which ended up in huge controversy. Ray was found out and booted from the Seed, and he turned into an 'anti-Seedling' - he'd drive by the building screaming the seed sucks, he graffiti'd Art's house and car, I think, and did some other outrageous stuff. I will never forget posing as 'fishermen' with Jeff P. (complete with rods and reels) on the intercostal so we could watch Art's house in case Ray came by during this time.
So, I have great memories of Ray.