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Alexis, Lville '98, Sunday, June 05, 2005:Hi Bob,
This weekend I raced in the Tour de Cure, the fund-raising bike race for the American Diabetes Association. I trained a decent amount, but I'm riding my boyfriend's mountain bike rather than a road bike...so I huffed and puffed a little more than others on the hills, heh heh.
I did manage to be one of the first 10 people to cross the finish line out of 40 or so. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless, right? It was pouring in the morning, but cleared up just as my division started off, and by the end it was gorgeous out. Thanks for the sunshine. =) I miss you.
Love,
Alexis
Char, L'ville 98, Sunday, March 27, 2005:Hey Bob,
I've been sitting in front of the screen for a while now, thinking of what to say. I don't know why it's so difficult. I miss you. I miss you a lot, which is funny, isn't it, considering how little we spoke in college. I wish I could do that over.
I'm at my boyfriend's right now. There are a bunch of people over, playing instruments and singing, and a little while ago they sang the MTA song that we used to play. I can see you now, hunched over the guitar, with your concentrated smile. I wish you were here, to play it with them. We'd all like that.
love,
me
Alexis, L'ville 98, Sunday, February 20, 2005:Hey Bob,
I'm thinking of you.
I wonder if you know when I do.
I hope so and I miss you.
Love,
Alexis
Celina, friend, Tuesday, February 08, 2005:hey bob,
I miss you.
love,
celina
Alexis, L'ville 98, Thursday, January 13, 2005:Happy birthday, Bob. I agree with Pete...the world will never know, as we do, what brilliance you possessed and what kindness you offered. It's a knowledge that brings both happiness and pain as it is a fabulous gift yet you are no longer here to share it all with us and the world.
Pete Fishman, Lville Buddy, Tuesday, January 11, 2005:We all miss Bob on a personal level, but the world misses Bob and all the great things he would have accompished if he were still alive.
Chris Chin, L'ville '98, Sunday, January 09, 2005:Happy 25th Birthday, Bob, wherever you are...
Christina Tsai, L'ville 98, Tuesday, December 21, 2004:Its hard to believe that three years have already passed. I still miss you, we still miss you. I hope you are smiling down on us and giving us little hints along the way. Much much much love always.
Greg Williams, Cousin, Friday, November 19, 2004:Every so often, usually when I'm gathering to see family members, I think of relatives that I wish could be there. It would be cool to hang out with Bob at one of these family gatherings again. You're still missed man.
Christina Tsai, L'ville '98, Wednesday, August 27, 2003:Hey Bob,
Just wanted to say that I've been thinking about you a lot this week. It isn't the same without you. Love, Christina
Kenny, Stanford/Lawrenceville friend, Monday, June 16, 2003:I showed Brian (Bob's brother) around Stanford this weekend, and seeing places while thinking of Bob brought back a bunch of great memories I forgot to mention earlier.
When Bob and Lynn lived in the Sharon Green apartments off campus, they brought their own couch, and put the one that came with the place outside on the porch. By the end of the summer, because of a couple light rains and the constant sun, the couch had changed from blue to a very odd shade of pink. Later that fall, one of my other friends invited me and some others to a dinner party at her Sharon Green apartment. I asked her why there was a blanket over the couch, and she said that it had turned some weird pink color. I noted the number of the apartment and asked Bob and Lynn which one they had lived in, when I got back to Columbae, and it turned out it was the same apartment!
I also remember coming by that apartment once when Bob and Lynn made dinner. We stopped by Safeway first, got a bunch of olive oil, tomato sauce, pasta, wine, and various other things, and then had a nice Italian meal when we got to their place.
Freshman year he sent me and a bunch of our other Lawrenceville friends a great e-mail titled "Olive oil and vodka". He had gone on the dorm ski trip to Lake Tahoe, which in general involves something like 50 people staying for a long weekend in a cabin meant for 10. It's always very exciting and a great dorm-bonding moment, especially for freshman dorms. He apparently had been about to cook something with some friends, and put some olive oil in a pan on the stove. But then they stopped to take a shot of vodka, got distracted, and then the oil started burning. They put it out quickly, but it set off the fire alarm, and everyone had to pour outside into the snow until the smoke cleared up. It sounded like quite a funny experience! I don't remember if they managed to finish whatever they were cooking.
Alexis, friend, Sunday, April 13, 2003:So am I.
sarah robinson, friend, Tuesday, March 11, 2003:Bob
I'm thinking of you tonight
milan, friend, Monday, March 03, 2003:hey bobbo,
I'm thinking about registering for our 5 year high school reunion... I don't know... I haven't been back there since I said goodbye to you, and I'm not sure I can handle it without you... the truth is that I haven't had to try before... My face is numb just thinking about it, but I think I should go. I'm hoping I'll feel your presence through those people and that atmosphere that you loved so much... Please shine your love on me that weekend, because I'm sure I'll need it.
your brother,
milan
Mom, Friday, January 10, 2003:(Adapted from "Integrations" by Neruda)
"To My Bobby"
After everything I will love you
as if it were always before,
as if after so much waiting
and not seeing you
and you not coming,
you were breathing
close to me forever.
Close to me in your tattered jeans
the sweet melodies of your music
your brilliant smile and your thrilling wit
enchanting each and every moment I breathe you in,
your wise and caring blue eyes
staring deep into mine,
the loving tilt of your handsome head
and your soothing baritone resonating
deep within my soul, unending.
Just as winds kiss winds in journey across the earth
and valleys blend into mountains
and two regions become blurred
and there is a river near a river
and two volcanoes grow together.
Close to you is close to me
and your absence is far from everything
as when the stars sail through the sky
in a night of cosmic showers
and on two ends of the continent
we still share the same space.
And so without leaving the present
fragile and evanescent,
we touch the sand of yesterday
where uninterrupted
love reveals as timeless
my promise to you eternal.
January 9, 2003
Carrie, Friend, Thursday, January 02, 2003:At home for the first time since May, I have been going through piles of photographs in my room, packing them up to take back to Arizona. Today I stumbled upon pictures from our beach trips… and suddenly there you are smiling at me! Pictures of Bobby with Sarah and Susan reclining in lawn chairs, a picture of Bob taken through his glasses (yes, he’s quite blurry!), and one of Bobby wearing a backwards cap and his “US Open” shirt in front of the dunes… His wide smile instantaneously made me smile. We had such fun on those excursions… What great trips to the shore! I miss you…
Carrie, Friend, Thursday, December 19, 2002:Sending kisses to heaven... I miss you.
Charleen Hsuan, L'ville 98, Wednesday, December 18, 2002:Bob, I miss you.
love always,
me
Kenny, lville/stanford, Monday, November 25, 2002:I don't know why, but on Friday and Saturday, everything kept reminding me of you. Part of it was probably because of thanksgiving coming up, and part was because of hanging out with Lynn. But even other random little things reminded me sometimes. I miss you, and wish you could have seen what I've been up to this past year.
Alexis, Lville 98, Saturday, November 16, 2002:"The water is wide
I can't cross o'er
And neither I
Have wings to fly.
Give me a boat
That can carry two
And both shall row
My love and I."
[traditional]
It's been almost a year now, Bob.
This is the song I'm listening to now.
I've missed you so.
The water is too wide...
Celina Fang, Lville 98, Monday, November 11, 2002:hey Bob,
I came by to see you today--sometimes I feel like you've been with me all the while. It helps me get through work sometimes to see your smiling face.
all my love,
celina
Kenny, Lville/Stanford friend, Sunday, November 10, 2002:I was just remembering today (while driving on the roads in the rain in CA), when Bob told me about his first driving test for his license. He failed because at the beginning they asked him to turn on the emergency light, but he didn't know where it was. He did manage to fool the tester for a few minutes though by flipping the left and right signal lights on and off!! He always had some great trick or plan like that...
Alexis, Lville 98, Sunday, September 29, 2002:Bob,
I'm thinking of you.
Someone mentioned Paypal, and I got all excited and talked his ear off about your brilliance.
I'm thinking of you.
Amanda came to visit and your name came up.
I'm thinking of you.
I'm back home in NJ for the weekend.
I'm thinking of you.All my mp3s are stuck on my old computer, so I'm downloading new ones and I realized I wanted a new copy of "Bobbie's Song."
I'm thinking of you.
You rock.
I'm thinking of you.
Love,
Alexis
Silly, L'ville '00, Thursday, July 25, 2002:Bob,
Did I ever thank you enough? Did I ever thank you? I wasn't able to sleep tonight, and at 3am, I thought of you. I think, what I remember most about you, is that I never heard you say anything wrong. Or...it's more like, I never heard anyone say things that turned out to be so right, fitting, and exactly what was needed. Knowing you, you'd probably say that I didn't hear you say enough things.
But there are two things you did for me, and you probably never knew what an impact you had. After you and everyone graduated from Lawrenceville, I was looking through my collection of photographs, and there was one picture of me that I thought, and still think, is the best one I ever saw of myself. I used to hate having my picture taken. Carrie said to me, "But you're so photogenic," and I never believed her. One day, I was going through your website, and in your photo page, I came across that picture. I had completely forgotten that it was you who took it. The caption you wrote was 'beautiful when she smiles.' It was such a nice thing to find, just out of the blue. It made me smile. And I do like having my picture taken now. Maybe I've started to believe you.
As for the other... when I was in Scotland, and more depressed than I've ever been in my life, you wrote me an e-mail...such a little thing. Just those 3 lines, which went something like 'it's such a beautiful sunny day here in California, and I'm thinking of you'.....well, I used to think you didn't know me that well, since I never spent as much time with you at Lawrenceville as I did with Yann, Po, or Chris....but you remembered me when I needed it. You were the only one who didn't just reply, but wrote to me on your own...who thought of me without needing to be reminded. And I think that kept me away from the razor blade more than anything else. That you thought of me for those few seconds, and then told me...that's what I think of, when I think of you now.
And so...thanks, Bob. I just wanted to tell you that I was thinking of you too.
Alexis Greenberg, L'ville 98, Saturday, July 20, 2002:Bob,
As I sat on the beach here in NJ and watched the fireworks on July 4, I suddenly felt your absence.
I missed you a whole lot. That beach is where I went to say goodbye to you in December...
and sitting among all the high school kids gathered on the beach reminded me of our friends in L'ville.
I thereby decided those could be Bob Fireworks to me, just like the red flower I was wearing on
graduation was my Bob flower. Then you didn't seem far away at all anymore...and I sat with
the company of your memory. I think you would have thought the fireworks were groovy.
Thump...fizz...POW!...nifty colors...reflections on the ocean...fireworks...Bobworks? =)
I love you, mi amigo, and think of you often, often, often.
Happy brilliant shining celebrations in the sky,
Alexis
Christina Tsai, L'ville '98, Friday, July 19, 2002:I was flipping through the channels when I saw a familar face on CNN. It was Max (can't remember his last name), the Chief Tech. Officer of PayPal (the company Bob worked for nearly two years); I started to get excited because I realized that I had met him before and I became even more excited when I heard why he was being interviewed on CNN. They were interviewing Max about their newest technology is being used by the FBI to secure wire taps. Now, I dont know if Bob was at all involved in this project, but I was proud of Bob for his accomplishments with PayPal. I realized this morning how significant PayPal must be and how important Bob must have been for the company if Max flew all the way from California for the funeral. While I have always been proud of you, Bob, I am even more proud of you today and sadder that the world never got to see what else you could have done. However, we are lucky for what you did leave us and managed to accomplish in 21 years. Love you and miss you always.
Celina Fang, friend, Sunday, July 07, 2002:hey bob...I missed you today.
much love,
celina
Daniel Marmion, Classmate, Sunday, May 19, 2002:I was never smart enough to be in a class with Bob, so I don't have any academic memories of him. Nor do I have any beach memories, although I was invited to some of them. Nor do I have any pictures of Bob, or dreams of Bob, or Valentines Day messages from Bob (my loss, I'm sure). But I wanted to add my voice to this page as there are many people on this page whom I care about and have neglected to keep in touch with - exactly the reason why I don't have clear memories of Bob. So let us remember Bob by remembering each other. I am sorry for Bob's death, and attended his funeral last December (I saw several of you there) and none of it was very real for me. I'm not sure it's real for me now. Please, everyone, be safe.
Amanda Henry, L'ville 98, Monday, May 13, 2002:About a month ago, I was talking late into the night with a friend, and as I was reaching the point of exhaustion, a vision jolted me to wakefulness. I had pictured Bob lying on his side in bed, pulling the covers over his head, as though involved in a complex and endlessly funny game of peek-a-boo. It startled me, because I'm a generally unemotive person, and my feelings about Bob's death had not really manifested themselves since his funeral.
Later that night, in a long and complex dream, the details of which escape me, I once again saw Bob, this time looking down on me. I asked, "Oh, so you're just hanging out up there, watching us?" The idea of his being there bothered me in the dream, but I can't quite define why. He replied, with a shrug and a grin, in his unmimicable manner, "Yeah." The dream continued without Bob, but I remember being satisfied with answer, and, if not happy, then content.
To be honest, I have not spent much time reflecting on Bob's death. I find that, for me at least, dwelling on the past only hurts me more than living in the here and now. But I feel like I got a friendly reminder that I can think about the good parts of my past, now and then.
Yung Liu, fellow alumni, Wednesday, May 08, 2002:As much as I am saddened to hear of the news, I am touched by all the fond memories and support from Bob's friends. While I did not know any of you too closely, I too went through the similar path of both Lawrenceville and Stanford. Furthermore, I recognize a lot of individuals on this page from the L'ville fencing team. While I did not know Bob very much at all, I understand that both L'ville and Stanford communities have been fortunate to get to know this man.
Brian Frezza, Brother, Thursday, April 11, 2002:I think I'm ready now to start posting some small memories of Bob every now and then when I think of them, but try to bear with my terrible spelling and grammar.
I'll start with one probably none of you knew about because it happened between me and Bob when we were in elementary school.
One day bob went to the drugstore with mom to pick up some diabetes stuff and while they were waiting for the prescription to be filled, Bob felt the need to spend some of his allowance money on a big box of erasers. When he got home he rushed to my room to show me his brand new box of these plain white oval erasers. Of course I immediately made fun of him for wasting his allowance on dumb erasers while I bought cool toys like transformers and model cars with my money. But Bob proclaimed, with his evil grin, that they were his coolest toy ever. For the next couple of days every time I walked past Bob's room he was playing with them; stacking them up and pretending they were gems. So I asked if I could play with them and he of course said no. After begging for a while I broke down and offered to trade one of my transformers for 3 of his erasers, he bartered me down to 2 erasers and then made the deal. Slowly he turned he erasers into a Bob currency, which he used to buy all my toys off me and in the end Bob had more toys then his allowance could afford him in a month and I ended up with a box of plain white oval erasers ( which, incidentally, didn't really erase very well ).
One of my favorite things about Bob is that he could convince you to make just about any deal and even if Bob always got the better end of the bargain, he made you feel like you were really lucky.
Charleen Hsuan, Lville '98, Thursday, April 04, 2002:Most of the memories I have of Bob are of the two of us -- going to random restaurants IV-form year, Junior Prom, sitting in his room listening to music, driving who-knows-where, going to NYC for my camera. I had a few memories, though, which seem both ridiculous and very "Bobby-Frezz"...
I remember Milan, Bob & Yann doing their ridiculous and sweet three-person line dance at one of the graduation parties. The boys always seemed to have their own inside jokes. Milan and Bob even had their own private handshake, and they made the mistake once of doing it in front of me, whereupon I promptly co-opted it. I can just imagine a younger Bob and Milan, figuring out the exact moves that would be perfect.
I think Savraj wrote about how Bob never seemed to get angry. I remember a perfect example of his good humor. Sometime during V-form year, Bob went back to the KAC parking lot only to discover that someone had hit his parked car. Being Bob, he decided to play detective instead of getting angry. There were flecks of red paint in the scratch, so he walked around the parking lot looking for a red car whose paint matched. (Thankfully, it wasn't mine) He found one that did, and when he peeked in the window , he saw the owner's name on a homework assignment. So he cornered the driver. If it had been me, I would have wanted some sort of financial restitution. Bob, though, only wanted an admission of guilt -- and an offer of dinner.
I will write more, but I just wanted to share these.
Alexis, L'ville 98, Wednesday, February 27, 2002:We were in Bob's house, after prom I believe. As usual, we were gathered around the man himself and his guitar--who knows how many of us trying to see the one sheet of lyrics on Bob's knees (while he tried to read the chords at the same time). I was sitting on the back of the couch behind his right shoulder: prime lyric-viewing territory. We were singing "Let It Be," to which I knew the lyrics, but I was happy in my makeshift seat and pretended to need to read the sheet! I knew the harmony to it, knew it by heart, but as always was too shy to sing it.
By the second chorus, we were all hollering "Let it beeeeeeeeee, let it be!" gleefully enough that I thought I could sing the harmony quietly, without anyone else hearing. Sitting behind someone's right shoulder also means you're basically sitting next to his right ear, however. Bob heard my timid harmony. Still playing chords amidst the happy, disorganized singing, Bob turned to look up at me from his place below me on the couch. I still see his expression in my mind: no smile, but eyebrows raised slightly in interest, eyes looking into mine to see my reaction.
"That's it...sing louder," he encouraged, so quietly that no one else seemed to hear, but loud enough for my confidence to take half a step forward. I sang louder. He glanced back up at me. "See? You got it!" he said in response to my efforts. I believe I registered the sentiment more than the words themselves. I was so involved in the centimeter I had moved away from my shyness that his words melted into my surprise that I actually was singing louder and that he had heard me.
That memory has always stayed with me. I've thought of it often when I've been singing in the years since we left L'ville. In all of four of the most ordinary, logical words one could say to someone shy about singing harmony, Bob somehow dissolved my shell for that one moment in time. I guess he whispered words of wisdom, and added a his special touch. Thanks, Bob. The harmony is yours, from me. Take care.
Carrie Spritzer, Friend from Lawrenceville, Tuesday, February 26, 2002:For the past two months I have been making a list. Snippets of memories, moments of us together, are fresh in my mind... And for the last two months, I have been putting them down on paper. Here are a few highlights...
I remember:
Bob and I sleeping on Susan’s couch, sitting in the giant leather chairs in Upper, playing ping pong and pool, traveling to the beach with the gang (buying subs from two places across the street from each other—David and Bob each had their favorite sub spot), talking and making faces during history classes (two semesters worth), faithfully going to each others house sport games, going out to dinner, sleepovers at our houses, spending time in his "bachelor pad" (think gray walls and a black leather couch!), visits in the Lawrence office, the smell of that leather coat, playing cricket, the article he wrote for the Lawrence (published under Tony’s name) where he called Sarah, Christina and I the "Three Cricketeers," watching him administer his insulin shots, taking pictures during senior frisbee, lying out in the grass, numerous rides home, phone calls, telling each other our secrets, and tender, kind emails… I love you, Bobby.
Christina Tsai, L'ville '98, Sunday, February 24, 2002:Bob always knew how to make me laugh. I cannot recount every single memory I have of him, but of those that I remember most vividly are those numerous times he made me laugh so hard that my sides hurt. No matter how awful and grey the world was treating me, I could always count on Bob to make me smile. He also knew the right things to say to me to comfort me as well as the witty comments that made everyone smile. I always smile when I think of the time Bob rented "Animal House" for us to watch during the spring of our senior year. Being the innocent and naive boarding school girl I was, Bob insisted that we watch the movie in order to "prepare" ourselves for the infamous fraternity boys we would soon meet when we went to college. That movie was such an eye-opener to me as Bob promised me that I would encounter many boys like those in the movie. At graduation, I gave him a shot glass with "Animal House" printed on it...it was not only appropriate but made me laugh when he took a shot of grape juice at Cindy's graduation party to announce to the start of our college lives. Another favorite memory also occurred during our senior spring at Lawrenceville. We had all decided to meet on a Saturday evening at Winberies in Princeton for dinner in celebration of our college acceptances. I can still hear Bob's deep voice through the crowded room either laughing with his boys or making a witty remark. Later, we went to Cindy's house to watch "A Long Kiss Goodnight" (I think thats the title...it could be "A Last Kiss Goodbye" too..can't remember). I remember the closeness of our friendship while watching the movie and laughing each time Bob or Milan made some comment or remark on the movie. We were waving the glowstick rings that Cindy had given us and being the witty one, Bob started to make inappropriate gestures with his glowsticks. It was always an impossible feat to stop him when he started his antics. The funny thing is that it always ended in some sort of a tickling fight in the end. The classic memory of that evening occurred when we were driving back to Lawrenceville. I was sitting shotgun in Cindy's car while Bob followed us in his car. Not only did Bob succeed in getting Char lost on the way home, he also lead the passengers in his car in a Chinese firedrill at a stoplight. The image of Bob, Susan, and others running around his car with bright blue glowstick rings on their heads and shrieking with laughter still brings a smile. Though Bob obviously had many friends, he still knew how to make each of us feel important and special. I knew that I mattered to him and his friendships and ability to relate to people so quickly was his greatest gift. It was always a great pleasure to see him first thing in the morning....bleary-eyed and grunting a "morning" to me as we passed each other on campus. Nevertheless, I still remember him, wearing his black leather jacket, his white tennis shoes, and some sort of collared shirt...untucked of course. That will bring me a smile always.
Sarah Robinson, L'ville '98, Sunday, February 10, 2002:I remember Bob as an unexpected gentleman; I think he liked playing at it, being smooth with the ladies, especially as you wouldn't
necessarily pick him out of a crowd as a charmer. He was generally on hand with some suavity or other. But what I came to realize after spending
more time with him, especially the great once-a-week trips to the beach a bunch of us made the summer after our senior year, was how much of a
gentleman he was to everyone he knew- girls and boys both- and it had much less to do with being a player and more to do with a real gentleness
and kindness that he wasn't afraid of exercising all the time. I remember the trips to the beach, with Bob playing "Life Goes On", bent over his guitar
and a big fake-book with lyrics, trying to get us to sing the verses. Mostly I don't remember specific incidents, just Bob being there, canted back in a
beach chair with his sunglasses and khaki shorts, and grinning at Susan and I as we came up from swimming.
Kenny Easwaran, Lville '98, Stanford, Sunday, February 10, 2002:I remember when Bob and I first found out we were going to live in Columbae together. It was back in April or May, whenever the housing draw was going on, and we hadn't seen each other in a couple months, since we had both been spending so much time with our other friends, and neither of us was terribly good at visiting people that year. But one day I was just leaving my house on the way to class, and ran into him as I was crossing the parking lot, also on his way to class, and we both found out we had drawn into the same house! It was great to see him again, and we were both extremely happy that we wouldn't have those monthlong gaps in our relationship just because neither of us happened to walk by where the other lived.
Jennifer Christenson, L'ville '99, Sunday, February 10, 2002:When I think of Bob, he makes me smile. It always made me feel special during my senior year at Lawrenceville that he took the time out of his busy first semester at Stanford to write to me, his meek high school friend. He would tell me that I should find someone to love because he couldn't think of anything better in the world.
Celina Fang, L'98, Sunday, February 10, 2002:I remember the day when Bob heard about Stanford--he was standing near Pop Hall with a group of people, presumably talking about colleges, and everyone was nervous and excited those few weeks. He saw me walking between Pop and Mem Hall, ran over, and had a big, beautiful smile on his face. He told me that he'd gotten in, and I was jumping up and down saying, "Wow!". He then gave me a great huge hug--and I felt like he had turned his happiness into a gift for me.
Alexis Greenberg, Lville '98, Sunday, February 03, 2002:Bob in my memory is always in a blue shirt. Maybe it was his favorite,
or maybe it was my favorite for him. In the picture I now have on my desk
of a group of us at Susan's house on the Fourth of July, that's what he's wearing,
relaxing on the couch, comfortable and happy. I think that's part of why I
chose that picture. Bob...in blue. When you remember Bob, what does he
look like in your memory?
Alice, L '98, Saturday, February 02, 2002:My very favorite way to remember Bob is with his guitar. Just about every wonderful memory I have from senior year includes Bob supplying us with music for the wonderful sing-alongs into which every gathering of ours tended to dissolve. It’s amazing when I stop to think about it: I think back on those times and the sarcastic side of me wants to see cheesy kumbaya-style karaoke, but I can’t indulge that thought because my memories are still so vivid of how truly special and privileged those times were. And of how much good, real fun we had. Especially near the end, as graduation approached, we would more and more frequently clamor for Bob to bring out his guitar so we could sit around in simple, relaxed, unsuspecting happiness, sprawled on one another and giving backrubs while Bob generously played for us over and over again. I’m phenomenally grateful that Bob and Cindy’s version of “Blackbird” is on our CD, because I can remember repeatedly sitting and listening in total contented awe as the two of them made music while practicing. I would sit in the McPhee common room with my eyes closed, absorbing the beauty of Bob’s skillfully clear guitar matched with Cindy’s incomparable voice, and would wonder how they could possibly want to get better before recording. I love it because it’s something else I’ll always have of Bob: the memory of him, his guitar in his lap, his head slightly cocked to one side as he picked out the chords, endlessly and generously giving us the gift he knew would make us happy, over and over again.
Alexis Greenberg, Lville '98, Saturday, February 02, 2002:This is the e-mail Bob sent out to all of us on Valentine's Day of our freshman year of college. I know I replied; I remember being both charmed and touched by the e-mail. I no longer have a copy of my answer to him, but I can only hope that somewhere in there I said, "I love you too, Bob!"
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My wonderful friends of Lawrenceville past,I wish each of you a wonderful and peaceful Valentines Day. For those who have someone special right now, let them know how much you love them. For those of you who don't have a love at the moment, let your friends know the same. And regardless, I will always be your valentine.
Love,
Bob
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