Bob helped me bridge the worlds of Buddhist practitioners everywhere and the techno-universe of Apple and others on the West Coast of the US. He acted, in addition to other capacities I may never know but will come to appreciate, as a “death doula” for a mutual Buddhist friend I worked with at NASA in California. Bob delivered a eulogy circulated for our friend to the Buddhist community, who likely transitioned into another bardo in a similar way. As an alien interloper of sorts, I take this to be a 49-day period of prayer and respect. I wished that I had pressed upon an opportunity to visit Bob and and Nerissa in Nova Scotia, a beautiful land where I’ve travelled before, remembering hearing Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower” as reprised by Jimi Hendrix on the drive North around the countryside. Here’s to his lifelong true friends, lovers, brethren and sisters, some of whom I’ve only glimpsed in these memorial pages. -- jaw