I was 19 or 20 when I met Bob. He came to visit my friend Terry at the house we shared off-campus in Oneonta. Bob was older than us and, if not wiser, certainly more experienced than we were and not shy about sharing the benefits of his experience. Maybe that’s what wisdom is.
Bob was an inspiration to me in a way that no one else I’ve ever know was – he was an artist. I know other artists but I’ve never known another one who was strong enough to say “fuck you” to the rest of the working world and to live on the money he made from his art. I haven’t been that strong or that talented.
Mark Twain said, “When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.” The cats all vouched for Bob as long as I knew him, which was over 30 years. Animals and children recognize goodness in a person, and they all liked Bob.