Bob, I'd like to express my feelings with you about what you meant to me when I was young. I have my best memories with you all at the beach, eating clam on the half shell with corn on the cob at your house, having picnics at Jeannie and Paul's, sleeping at your house in the front room upstairs- listening to the subs come in and the fog horn at age 13, digging for clams (I loved that), getting stung in the face by a jellyfish (I didn't like that), boating, swimming, kayaking, biking, delivering newspapers and your smiling face. The list could go on. I remember all this because I felt loved. Thank you Bob for being there in this way for me. Thinking of you right now brings tears. I love you, Dan Fenstemaker