Just discovered that Rob passed. I met him at Colonial Williamsburg Labor Day weekend 1991. I saw him across a room and told him I was amazed how he captured the look of T.J. Looking down from his over six feet tall at my 5'8, he said, "My dear man I am the 5th great grandson of Thomas Jefferson," in ever so polite, genteel 18th century etiquette. I was so impressed, I became his promoter on the spot (never done promoting in my life) and lined up school performances in the Grand Rapids area in Michigan for a few months. I put him up at the Colonial motel near our home in Rockford. He was terribly shy and it drained him to do two performances a day. I had an authentic colonial outfit made for me and I would introduce him. At one point he quipped, "I see your performances are getting younger and mine shorter." He was indeed a gentleman from another era. My daughter was six at the time. We have a photo of tall Rob playing cards with small Emily. She remembers cheating and he knew it. He was incredibly kind to her. Years later she dyed her blonde hair T.J red and played T.J. on President's day. Later, my second wife and I came to visit Williamsburg in 2002. He joined us and we got a grand tour of the University of Virginia. I'm still in shock that he died so young. I shared all his stories with my history classes. My children felt he was family. My deepest condolences.