Richard Norman Neubert died on October 14, 2010.  At the time of his death, Richard lived in Falls Church, VA.  As recalled by his younger brother Stephen, Richard was a handsome, charming and “cool” young man who was generous to the point of inviting him to join Richard and his date for a college weekend in his freshman year at Yale, as well for a month-long driving trip cross-country during the summer after his junior year. 

Richard was also a devoted husband to his wife Deborah and a loving and supportive father to his two daughters, Alexis and Katherine. 

He lived in a variety of places during the various phases of his life, from New York City to Los Angeles to Western Massachusetts to New York City again and finally to Northern Virginia/Washington, DC. 

His talent as a writer and artist infused his work as an editor for the Yale Daily News, as a screenplay writer and documentary filmmaker, and as a marketing communications writer and manager.  He endured his illness with courage and grace, and he is greatly missed by his family.

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from Warren Hoge

“In the years before we arrived at Yale, Dick Neubert and I had become such close friends that we arranged to room together freshman year.  We had formed that friendship in a summer community on Fire Island where our families had cottages, and we both got jobs as pot washers in the kitchen of a ship that went to five European and North African ports over the summer of 1960.  Always adventurous and a little reckless, Dick almost brought that journey to a quick and ignominious end by shouting ‘Man Overboard!’ one late night in the middle of the Atlantic and causing the captain to summon all 300 hands on deck and demand that the culprit confess.  No one did, and the truth has remained a secret until now.  At Yale, Dick cut a distinctive and alluring figure.  One of the handsomest members of the class, he accessorized his Byronesque good looks with a shock of unruly hair, rumpled three piece suits and a book always clutched under his arm.  Tall and very thin and walking in a head- held- high way that seemed to further elongate him, he strode across campus with a tousled purposefulness that suggested he was always going to be one step ahead of the rest of us English majors in finding creative pursuits. Sure enough, after graduation, he went West and became a Hollywood screenwriter and rakish squire to movie stars.  I envied him and always felt a little special for being in his presence.”