Diane Cavenaugh
Bob and I met in graduate school at the University of Georgia. He loved southern culture but everything about him screamed “Yankee!” He was loud, boisterous and irreverent, and despite all my attempts to dissuade him he persisted in wearing jaunty berets and socks with sandals. We once went into a little diner in a small Texas town. All conversation stopped as all eyes stared at us. And stared. As the waitress approached Bob whispered to me,”You do the talking.” He didn’t say another word until we were driving away. Bob was funny and mischievous; he was also kind and smart and an all round good guy. May he rest in peace.
