A Typical Exchange
By, Dan Abrams
I can't remember meeting Robert. As far I'm concerned, Robert has been in my life as far back as I can remember any memory. Perhaps one of the earliest was that time at the bus stop I asked him what kind of gel he used to get the hair on the front of his head to stick straight up like a wall. "It's a new kind of product - it's called 'H2O,'' he said as the doors to the bus opened and he climbed the stairs. Quite a witty response for a third grader.
See, when people have been in your lives as long as our high school group has with each other, at some point there is a transition from friends to family. We can go weeks or months without seeing each other but pick up like nothing's changed the very next time. Robert, of course, was a driving force behind maintaining the "nothing's changed" mentality.
That's why this text, one of the last text exchanges I had with Robert (not forgetting some gems like the photo of an unsuspecting bystander in LA wearing a most awful bright pink bucket hat that Robert sent to me, Julie and Sue and warned of an impending state of fashion emergency in California) makes perfect sense:
- I am yelling. I usually am always yelling.
- Robert regularly made drastic life changes that I rarely heard about right away.
- Robert: known for his blog and youtube video skills, yet not much for his social media skills.
- The source of this information came from my mother, who likely heard it from Robert's mom at the neighborhood's book group (which I (in love!) feel the need to point out that the Hoffman's have not lived in since approximately 2005).
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