I met Bob in the ’70’s and we shared many good times together as well as tough economic times. We had a lot in common with similar interests like playing in streams and woods, fixing old barns and boats, and working with old tools. I worked with Bob making firewood in the woods during the same time as the Russian invasion of Afghanistan- it was winter and we were cold, wet and uncomfortable in the snow and mud. I remember Bob, who was well read, explaining to me how Afghan locals were also cutting and selling firewood to the Russian Army. He then turned to me and said, “Let’s pretend that’s what we’re doing!” Bob had a great imagination and sense of humor and was a thoughtful and compassionate person. He loved his family and friends, and we loved him. May you find peace my brother.