I met Bob when he was interviewing with The Cobb Group. We shared many article ideas between my dBASE journals and his Paradox journals, and later he managed me both at Cobb Group and at TechRepublic. He and I made a little consulting money together, selling Paradox for Windows solutions to stock brokers. Bob wrote the code, but he hated designing reports, so he farmed that work out to me.
Even if you didn't always agree with Bob's position, it was always fun listening to him make his arguments. He was among the most eloquent speakers and best writers I've known.
Only once did I ever see Bob get red-faced mad about anything. I wrote a column for TechRepublic in which I used the actual words he and I exchanged in a conversation about editorial salaries. I took care to make sure not to identify Bob or myself as the speakers in the column, but when Bob read it, he called me into his office. He was just sure someone would figure out I was talking about our conversation, and he was livid. "No one will know but us," I told him. "Isn't ANYTHING off limits for your columns?" he asked. "No!" I thundered back. He didn't fire me over it, but I think if he hadn't been so short-staffed, he might have.
One of my favorite Bob stories was the one he told about when he was in college in Dayton. He was directing a play in which the lead character makes an impassioned speech while holding a rifle on another character and threatening to shoot. They had rehearsed for weeks using a broomstick. Not until opening night did they get an actual rifle. The character was to place a bullet in the chamber, say the line and point the rifle.
Unfortunately, the prop bullet was too small to stay in the chamber, and when the actor put it in, it made a whizzing sound and fell, ker-plunk, out on the stage. Bob was watching, thinking "Palm the bullet! Palm the bullet!" But no. After the first time, the actor covered up. He picked up the bullet, said "Don't think you're getting off that easy." Bob's thinking "Palm the bullet!" but the actor put the bullet in the chamber AGAIN and restarted the oh-so-serious speech instead of palming it.
By the time this happened, the audience was laughing, and Bob snuck out of the theater in shame and disgust. "So did he ever palm the bullet and finish the scene?" I asked. "I don't know because I never went back," Bob said. This text rendition can never do justice to the way Bob told that story in person.
I learned a lot from Bob. Though our paths diverged when I left TechRepublic, we kept in touch and I considered him a good friend. I will miss him. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and everyone who knew him.
Edit to add: Another funny Bob line: Asked how often he went to Corner Cafe, answered "Oh not that often." But you go to the restaurant with him and before you hit the seats, a glass is hitting the table as someone says "Diet Coke with a lime, Mr. Artner?"