I learned of Bob's death about a year ago from Carol Rice Watson. She had known him in recent years, after he moved back to Seattle from California.
Bob, Carol, and I were in classes together from Lafayette School onward, and I was often with Bob as a school patrol crossing guard, walking part of his paper route, or doing some project at his house or mine. At WSHS we were in the experimental calculus class in senior year, and in chem and physics classes later in the day. Seven in our class (Curt Green, Bob Hermon, Norm Hix, Mike Molvar, Julie Turner, Joe Webster, and I) went east on scholarships. I believe Bob is the first to leave us.
He went to the University of Chicago, where I saw him several times over the next 10 years. He also found places for Norm Hix, Joe Webster, and me at his drafty old frat house one winter, when none of us could make it home for Christmas. On other vacations, he and I double-dated in his family's big Cadillac. His mother was always trying to push a cookie or an apple at me when I visited their house, and she warmly welcomed me years later, when I brought a three-year-old to her door. Like her, he was bright, funny, generous, and very courteous and easy to get along with.
Albert Furtwangler
I learned of Bob's death about a year ago from Carol Rice Watson. She had known him in recent years, after he moved back to Seattle from California.Bob, Carol, and I were in classes together from Lafayette School onward, and I was often with Bob as a school patrol crossing guard, walking part of his paper route, or doing some project at his house or mine. At WSHS we were in the experimental calculus class in senior year, and in chem and physics classes later in the day. Seven in our class (Curt Green, Bob Hermon, Norm Hix, Mike Molvar, Julie Turner, Joe Webster, and I) went east on scholarships. I believe Bob is the first to leave us.
He went to the University of Chicago, where I saw him several times over the next 10 years. He also found places for Norm Hix, Joe Webster, and me at his drafty old frat house one winter, when none of us could make it home for Christmas. On other vacations, he and I double-dated in his family's big Cadillac. His mother was always trying to push a cookie or an apple at me when I visited their house, and she warmly welcomed me years later, when I brought a three-year-old to her door. Like her, he was bright, funny, generous, and very courteous and easy to get along with.