Los Gatos Weekly-Times

Photograph by Keith Kelsen, 1982

For Bob

His memory stands alone around town
In quiet corners where ever he trod.
Wry humor dispensed distinctly his own,
Brought guffaws or grins or sly knowing nod.
A prodigious reader, his choice works
Culled from ancient to cowboy stray dogies.
His patience ran dry with those who were jerks:
A gentleman, his mien never foggy.
He called himself a curmudgeon when
Encountering crass youth on their skate boards,
Or sidewalk repaired where smoothness had been,
His righteous complaints to town fairly soared

The kingpin communicator, no fear.
A priceless legacy of friendship dear.

Mary B. Foster June 15, 1997

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