Bob Quine was a friend of mine---I’d known him from the time I was 16 years old. The last time I saw him was October/November. I invited him to our house for dinner after Alice’s passing.

I hadn’t seen him for years before that---he explained why---it was very important to him. And suddenly that night all the years of not seeing him melted away---he was still Bob.

Bob was such a sweet man and a lot of fun. He mixed me my first martini. Once I said I didn’t know anyone at a party and Bob said sometimes a party could be the loneliest place you could be. And once I said I felt down and he said when you feel like that get busy.

We made plans to get together---soon!---we talked on the phone---I thought I had all the time in the world. I wish I’d listened more to some things he’d said---could I have helped?

That last night we shared some of our experiences. Bob said that he had felt the same way as I had --- That sometimes when he’d go on tour, things seemed surreal and that my experiences in what I did were surreal as well.

And yes, he was a great guitar player. I miss my friend.