When I was 15, maybe 16, I was fortunate enough to have spent the winter up with him, my aunt, and Jr in their condo. Bob put me to work for his business within the week...which meant we left home before 6. One of the days, and my most memorable of my stay, was the day we played hookie from his wife at the time. We had "a meeting" over breakfast and then left for the jobsite. At the site, Bob handed out paychecks to his employees and we promptly left for "another meeting". We ended up at a lake with his buddy that we had breakfast with earlier that day. Bob taught me to cast a line and then he and I spent at least 2-hours seeing who could cast farthest, the whole time his phone was going off with "where are you" blah blah blah and he would just laugh in his innocent mischievous chuckle that he had and say don't ever get married Brian. We caught a few fish, took em home, and he made some of the most delicious fish I've ever eaten! His wife at the time was pretty pissed that Bob decided he was going to eat the fish we caught and not the meal she made... again he just chuckled it off. And for me, that's who I'll always remember. The man who was kind, generous, and thoughtful to those who appreciated him. The man who did what was true to his spirit, and if you couldn't handle it, well, that's your problem within yourself to deal with.