I met Bob one hot July night in 1976 when we happened to move next door to him. He was sitting on the roof trying to cool off when introductions were made through the open windows. That was the beginning of a long friendship. We all shared houses together during his roadie days. If we had to move while he was on the road we just packed up his stuff and took it with us so he would always have a place to land when he returned. Although there were changes in personal relationships in both our lives, we always managed to keep in touch. When he moved to Stratford and then Ottawa, distance became an issue but our phone calls every couple of months were constant. We would talk for hours about anything and everything and we laughed. A lot!! His mind was a steel trap. He could remember details like it was yesterday. Oddly, I would think about Bob one day and that night he would call. It was uncanny. That's just how it was. He was always ready with advice and provided a sympathetic ear when required. When he became sick, we spoke 2-3 times a week. I was lucky enough to see him before he passed and I'm so glad I did. Bobby, I love you tons, will miss you lots and will never ever forget you. Until we meet again Bobber.