Brian Combs
Bob was my roommate in an old house in Eugene, Oregon when we were both attending the university of Oregon. I had not kept track of him and just looked him up because I was looking for a landscape architect and I knew that he was one.
The old days, people would hire folks to drive their cars across country instead of having them delivered on a truck. Bob and I drove a law professor’ Fiat with some of his houseplants in it, from Eugene to Lincoln, Nebraska. He gave us a Phillips 66 credit card for gas. Unfortunately, we could not find any such stations in Utah, and as it approached to midnight, we are running out of gas. We finally ran out on the Utah-Wyoming border. It was about 6° above zero. I stayed with the car while Bob hitchhiked into the nearest town and got a can of gas. I don’t think that law professors rubber tree plant survived. We laughed off the whole experience, although it was pretty harrowing at the time. Bob always had a smile on his face, and he was a great roommate and traveling companion. I’m sorry to hear about his death and his struggles, but I’m happy and proud to hear about of his many accomplishments.
