It was so sad to hear of Bob’s passing. Though I haven’t seen Bob since high school, I have many good memories of him, especially at Campus School. He loved the Beach Boys (I once gave him the Good Vibrations single as a birthday gift) and we would gather at his home on Algoma Blvd to listen to their latest album, while we read cryptic answers about the girls in our class in his Magic 8 Ball. In the fall there were weekend pickup games of tag football (even though only tag, Bob always seemed to breaking his nose; this could be passing time inflating one or two instances). And speaking of football, I remember in school, in the flag football league, the time our coach huddled all us wanna-be Packers on the sideline for a trick play, where Bob remained at the sideline, but standing on the field, while the rest of the non-playing team crowded around him, just off the field. We prayed the referee wouldn’t notice that there appeared to only be 10 players waiting for the ball to be snapped. And it worked! The ball was snapped and Bob ran downfield, unguarded, to catch a touchdown pass. (Of course this play only worked once). I still have a faded photo on my wall of our 9th grade art class standing around Mr. Hodges van for a group photo. Bob, Mike Porter and I are on the van’s roof with our right hands tucked inside our dress shirts, Napoleon Bonaparte-style. Bob made for a very tall, blonde Napoleon. The other testimonials here reflect the good and happy life Bob lived since I last saw him, which helps lessen the sadness I feel. I send my condolences to his family and friends.
Tarn Magnuson