Yesterday my colleagues and I lost a great friend and mentor. When I told him about our move to the Saltbox and I said that JGM was worried about having someone to watch New York sports with he immediately offered up his couch and big screen at his house up the street. RB had a giant heart and would do anything for anyone. He was a true mentor to me--both professionally and personally. We both were writing our dissertations and often would take over the faculty lounge at school in the middle of the night (to hide...we couldn't get ANYTHING done in our offices) and work until 11 or 12. I'm not sure how much actual work we ever got done. We chatted, sometimes read articles...but mostly chatted. Rest In Peace, my friend. PS-- The Yankees still suck.
JC, RB, and me at a faculty get-together last winter
Unfortunately this get-together was after we lost another from our community. I never thanked you for all your help getting through that.
Our version of American Gothic while white water rafting last week in Maine.
He was quick to point out that in the real American Gothic the woman is the man’s daughter and that this was just a joke because he was in no way old enough to be my father. Well, that and the chick was a spinster...
Godspeed, my friend.
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