Bob died six years ago today, hit by a drunk driver while riding his bicycle late at night. It doesn't seem possible that it's been that long, but I suppose it has.
Anyway, here is my favorite picture of him, with Two Socks, his pet rat. He and I became friends because of Two Socks -- Bob was the first person I knew in Pittsburgh who had a pet rat (I had many friends in college who had pet rats, and I'd grown very fond of their little faces and fingers).
Bob and I worked together at a haunted house, and he brought Two Socks with him to scare people. It didn't work -- how could anybody be afraid of someone as adorable as Two Socks? So mostly Bob just hung out with me in the wardrobe trailer and smoked up.