I saw Robbie about 10 years ago. He said he still played the guitar, was writing some music, was recently divorced, and had a grown son or daughter.
I told him I was playing soprano recorder in a little recorder group. He said, "Way Cool!"
Robbie would say startling things--once he pretended to cut his palm with a knife. He said, "See? If you don't use the point, you can't cut yourself! It's a secret!"
He also told me that he felt that he was like an Indian, because the way he liked to hunt was to sneak up on deer and slap them. "It's like you got them, but you didn't have to kill them," he said.
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Date: 2004-12-11 03:38 pm (UTC)I told him I was playing soprano recorder in a little recorder group. He said, "Way Cool!"
Robbie would say startling things--once he pretended to cut his palm with a knife. He said, "See? If you don't use the point, you can't cut yourself! It's a secret!"
He also told me that he felt that he was like an Indian, because the way he liked to hunt was to sneak up on deer and slap them. "It's like you got them, but you didn't have to kill them," he said.
He was, now that I think about it, a lot of fun.