I just found out about Robin's passing. My extreme sympathies go out to all of Robin's family. I read with tears in eyes all the wonderful thoughts that were expressed on this Guest Book. All so very true about a great guy who touched a lot of people.
This is a really tough day for me. Although my Mom and Dad grew up in Woodstock and I was born there, I wound up moving around all my life and went to 12 different schools. Occasionally, between moves, I went to school in Woodstock. I met Robin in the second grade and I had the distinction in the fourth grade of breaking his glasses playing softball. I paid for the glasses many, many times over the years we hung out together. Totally by chance, Robin and I wound up in rooms next to each other our freshman year at Virginia Tech (Thank you, God, for making that happen). Robin and I got rid of our roommates after a couple of months and moved in together at 210 Vawter Hall. The next three years at Tech were three of the best years of my life--I loved and still do love Tech but more than that, I found the one friend in life that I never had growing up. Those experiences with Robin have never lost my thoughts including some around Woodstock that were pretty memorable--getting in the river and working for helgermites (bait) with Robin on the rock duty and me on the screen duty. Eating breakfast at a diner at the crack of dawn the next day and hitting the river at Buddy Morrison's farm. Robin fished the river a lot but I think he really enjoyed every trip with me to see me fall on my face in the first two minutes in the river. My son is now 40 years old and I have two granddaughters but Robin broke him in on the river when he was 15 to riding/trying to stand up on the board behind the boat. Robin and I broke my son in on a few other things that we conveniently kept to ourselves rather than share with my wife back in Houston.
To Robin, Buddy, I will catch up with you down the road and we will chase the smallmouths again.