My friendship with Bob spans thirty- four years. In 1989, when my lover Scott was dying of AIDS Bob would bring him lunch and watch over him. Bob and his lover Topper helped transport Scott to the Chris Brownlie Hospice. With no wheelchair available, they gently carried Scott in his desk chair from his bedroom to their car. Like a bride and groom at a Jewish wedding. Bob was my go-to person to discuss music. His eclectic taste covered the gambit of rock, folk, Broadway, country, r&b, blues, and jazz. We could talk for hours about music and the sad state of the music business I would give Bob a bucket list of my favorite songs and he would prepare a pristine DVD of the best recording of my selections. He spent hours looking for Doris Day’s “What’s the Use of Wondern’” from Carousel. There was nothing too obscure for Bob—Yes, he found “Mr. Dieingly Sad” by The Critters. He loved theater and we became theater buddies when we were both members of the GLAAD committee. We saw plays with any glbtq characters. Bob’s brilliant critiques made for lively discussions. And when I began going to Academy Award film screenings Bob was a constant companion. Despite his health issues he gathered the strength to experience Bohemian Rhapsody last October. Food was another specialty that Bob excelled in. When I became gluten-free he could always advise me about Chinese restaurants that had the best Chow-Fun rice noodles. He gave me recipe advice too. I have to thank Bob for the fluffiness of my balls-I mean Matzo Ball soup. Bob guided me on how to shop at the .99 store. And don’t get me started about what he knew about computers. His patience with my technical ignorance was frightening. I treasured Bob’s friendship. We tried to speak once a week. Bob’s devastating health didn’t stop him from asking and giving advice about any of my minor health or emotional maladies. And he was instrumental in helping my self esteem when my job ended twice. This kind loving soul leaves a gutted hole. I pray that his brilliant spirit will haunt me.